Years and years ago when I was about 11 I desperately wanted some `cow horn` handlebars for my bike. My Dad was dead against the idea and wouldn`t take me to buy some, so I purchased some on the sly from a friend at school. I rode round to his house where we fitted said handlebars and I set off home all chuffed with my latest custom accessory. Riding down my road I notice Dad outside the house messing about with the car and I thought `I`ll show him, I`ll whiz past him without holding on to the handlebars`I shot past him, arms folded, to be faced with two gate posts which were narrower than the handlebars! The bike stopped instantly, I went through the air as gracefully as a sack of spuds and slid face first along the sharp concrete path for what seeemed like an eternity. I ground the skin off of my chin, palms, elbows and knees, all of which were scrubbed free of dirt by Mum a little while later!
To add insult to injury I was made to help Dad repair the brick built gate post that had cracked during the incident!!!