As a kid, before I even had a mountain bike, I remember there was one really steep hill on our housing estate called Clover Hill. It was scary the first time I rode down it, but my confidence grew and grew until one day I decided not to brake for the corner at the bottom.
I went head first into the back of a pickup parked at the side of the road. I remember the point I knew it was going to happen and that it was a dark red Ford Sierra based one. Not entirely sure what happened after. My brother says I was unconscious and he had to pull me out from underneath. I vaguely remember a lot of commotion and I think my dad came to pick me up. Luckily I didn't break anything and my potty helmet (the other kids called it that) probably saved my life.
I was soon out on my bike again - a universal BMX in Black with yellow tyres, grips, and Brake Levers.
The owner of the pickup kept it for quite a few years after and never did get the dent repaired.
I went head first into the back of a pickup parked at the side of the road. I remember the point I knew it was going to happen and that it was a dark red Ford Sierra based one. Not entirely sure what happened after. My brother says I was unconscious and he had to pull me out from underneath. I vaguely remember a lot of commotion and I think my dad came to pick me up. Luckily I didn't break anything and my potty helmet (the other kids called it that) probably saved my life.
I was soon out on my bike again - a universal BMX in Black with yellow tyres, grips, and Brake Levers.
The owner of the pickup kept it for quite a few years after and never did get the dent repaired.
