Back before I knew what I was doing on a dirt bike, I figured I'd see how long it would take to stop at full speed. (This driveway was pretty long, straight until you get to a road going to the left and right, with a fire station ahead.) So I really hadn't thought about the consequences of slamming my brakes going fast, so when I got to the end of the driveway I was all, "Woops, looks like I've got a second to brake or I'm gonna ram into that fire station..."

And then once I had slammed my front brake as hard as anyone possibly could, I did a perfect front flip, slamming into the middle of that road, while I was in the air, everything slowed down, it felt like an eternity just to think about your life, but when I hit the road I found out I wasn't dead so I hauled ass out of there because I could see cars coming.

As I was inching my way back to my dad, I noticed that the handlebars where at a 45° angle to the left, bent. After I had made it through the struggle of getting it back to my father, he chewed me out and told me how it would be too expensive, and how it wasn't even ours (Belonged to a close uncle) but after all of that, I still ride dirt bikes frequently, and I also ride that one.