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Originally Posted by The Poz
On one occasion my face was my brake.
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Lol.
Wen I first learned to ride my bike, like literally the 3rd time, I crashed. My old man was up on the roof re-roofing ( from the age of 4-13 my old man was doing some sort of renovation) and hollered at me not to ride my bike because the brakes didn't work.
So, naturally I took that as a green light. I back my bike up to coast down the small hill on front of out house. I begin to coast......right in to a "Road closed" sign due to the re-paving. Blammo.
I went " ass over tea kettle" as my dad would say. Split my chin wide open. Gusher etc. has to go to the hospital to get stitches. My dad was pissed that I rode it after telling me not to.
So on the way to the hospital, my old man stopped at one of the "Clark" gas stations for gas and a pack of Kools while I sat in the back seat (no cat seat mind you) with my bloody t-shirt balled up under my chin.
.....the good 'ol days.