If the sight of this pic....

"When I was a kid" so we are talking roughly 58ish to 72is here, I had a bike made up of parts that had belonged to my Dad and who knows. This was a full size frame with a HUGE long stroke crank, and originally had TWO RED balloon tires. I didn't ride it very long---perhaps a month--when one red tire blew. So now I only had ONE red tire.

But the story is "that crank".. One day I was pedaling like mad, don't remember why, went around a corner and got that big stroker crank in the wrong spot, and got my toe down, AND IT WADDED MY TOE UP UNDER THE PEDAL AND TRIPPED it and the bike and every God Damn thing in my world. And there I lay, a big bloody pile of a mess in the middle of the street. It hurt a lot. In fact it bled some.

I'd post a picture but I don't think they'd been invented yet.