Many years ago I got the great idea to try mountain biking. All my friends told me how easy and rewarding it is to shred a trail down a hill with trees flying by in the woods. So I got the gear and borrowed a bike and headed off to the forest to "Shred it". So starting off my friends kept on telling me "no matter what just keep peddling and dont stop". After about an hour of following the line of bikes in the forest I wanted to try to lead the group. "Just Keep Peddling" from my friends as I passed them in the line "Don't stop for anything" was yelled to me. Being the leader of the pack was fun...untill in the middle of the path was a rounded stone sticking up. I could of headed to the left or right to try to miss the rock but I just kept on peddling and peddling thinking that if I just move faster I could bike right over the rock. Peddling faster and faster I hit the rock and my front wheel stopped. I went over the rock and my handel bars,I never stopped peddling untill I hit the ground so hard it knocked the wind out of me. Now bleeding from a knee and elbow, my friends just drove by yelling to me that "we told you not to stop". So I limped back to the parking lot with a bike that had a wheel that was bent at 90 degree to the left ,looking for a first aid. Lets just say I never take my bike off of streets and sidewalks now. Thanks for reading.