When I was 10 my dad bought my mom a ten speed for her birthday. Despite my feet barely reaching the ground, my mom agreed to let me take it for a spin around the block. I could barely control the damn thing. At a curve in the road I saw a pickup truck headed towards me and freaked out, turning the handle bars sharply. I hit the ground hard. I was sitting there bleeding from my scratched hands and knees when the driver put the truck in reverse and backed up next to me. I can still picture his face framed by his glorious blond mullet. He looked down at me and said "That's what you get you little fucker" and drove off.