This caption is full of shit. We had brakes...well, we had A brake. It was only on one side, so when you pulled it, you did a spin into a death roll....but still...we had brakes.
Originally Posted by The Poz:
On one occasion my face was my brake.
Lol.
Wen I first learned to ride my bike, like literally the 3rd time, I crashed. My old man was up on the roof re-roofing ( from the age of 4-13 my old man was doing some sort of renovation) and hollered at me not to ride my bike because the brakes didn't work.
So, naturally I took that as a green light. I back my bike up to coast down the small hill on front of out house. I begin to coast......right in to a "Road closed" sign due to the re-paving. Blammo.
I went " ass over tea kettle" as my dad would say. Split my chin wide open. Gusher etc. has to go to the hospital to get stitches. My dad was pissed that I rode it after telling me not to.
So on the way to the hospital, my old man stopped at one of the "Clark" gas stations for gas and a pack of Kools while I sat in the back seat (no cat seat mind you) with my bloody t-shirt balled up under my chin.
Originally Posted by Bowser:
Usually it turned out to be your buds that were your brakes as you bowled them the hell over in your Big Wheel/Green Machine.
This. I just ran into stuff/people when I wanted to stop quickly.
Actually if you could just make this a GIF, and add a trickle of sweat from his head that runs down his back and glistens in the sun, and then finally a quick tremble of the legs before they buckle and crumple under the force of the hippo sized human siting on his lap. I think that would just say it all.
