[Bluestreak]

Mine was a combination of inexperience and shitty luck.

We were ridding in a series of hills and valleys. Crested a hill, and a few buddies were stopped in front of me in the valley. I never saw them until it was too late. Slammed on the breaks, locked up the rear, did my first and only stoppie, hit two riders, high sided.

I remember watching my bike rotate underneeth me as I flew through the air. Time went very slowly.

Tried to stand up before I was done slidding. That wasn't fun. When I was able to stand up, I ran over and picked up the bike.

60 seconds later, a car came flying down the road, cresting the blind hill. If me and my bike would have still been sliding 60 seconds earlier, we would have both been run over.