Cycling
You know the feeling you get when you realise you're going so fast over rough ground that applying your brakes will probably serve only to grind you into a paste beneath the frame as it topples, because you're in the air too often?

I had that happen to me. Ahead was an open gate, about a foot wider than my handlebars. Either side were solid wood posts. You can probably see where this is going.

When this incident occured I was 6. I had no helmet on at the time.

Having gone into full reverse in less than second, not to mention having left a charming blood spatter on the post, I got up, cried a little, and rode calmly home with my parents (who had assumed I was well and truly dead before they arrived at my stunned form).

My head should have shattered like a watermelon. Lord know why it didn't.
(bad1dea, Mon 16 Feb 2009, 23:28, Reply)