My best bike memory was when I hit my neighbors mail box. I always used my bike with shoes to stop, but this day I had no shoes on was also without a shirt. I come flying down the street, turn into the driveway when I see something is in the way, so I move only to hit the mail box knocking me down to the ground. I wake up with the neighbors hovering over me and my bike half way down the street. In the end I was lefted with a HUGE scare on my chest, one on my face, and serval on my back from gravel.
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