A small story i have of my brother when I was a wee lass. When i was about three most probably and he was seventeen or so he was out on his bike going to the local tennis court with a few friend. Now the reasons for the following are difficult to pin down but 'young' and 'male' jump most readily to mind.

Being with his friends he felt the need to show off and, most probably thinking he looked very slick, stood up on his peddles and began to pull ahead.

Up ahead of him was a street sign, it was large, green, showed how many miles to the nearest town, and most importantly, it was held up by two metal poles about a metre apart.

Now my brother, as much as i love him, did not display his intelligence by thinking he would look cool riding through the two poles. He made it with no problem.

Until you count the tennis racket sticking up over his head. As he passed under the sign the racket caught on said sign, he came to an abrupt halt and a jerk backwards, the bike kept going, needless to say he ended up on the floor after an interesting somersault maneuver.

Even though i wasn't actually present i still laugh my self silly at the mental image. I imagine his friends did as well.

by Katie