I'm 16 years old (in 72) and I'm on my hi zoot "Oci Orbea" Zeus equiped road bike. My buddies are all walking the streets, I'm riding and feel I must impress them with my new Spanish hardware. I zip up onto the sidewalk, scream Evel Kneivel (sp) and fly off the curb with a burst of acceleration. I'm mid-flight and things go ino slo-mo in the Crouching Tiger fashion. I see the front wheel fall out of the drops...I see the forks hit the pavement...I see the pavement rushing toward my face...I see stars.
I ground the top three front teeth down to the gum and I'm forever reminded of my idiocy everytime I brush my artificial teeth.
Sheepishly...Warren Young