I have a dodgy knee as a reminder of a nasty encounter with a kerbstone when I was 16, tried to go around a corner on rails but the bike didnt want to. Think myself very lucky as I missed the on coming truck by inches! Certainly I treat corners (especially kerbstones) with trepidation! Also taught me the value of cow hide! Amazingly the bike was fine, save a torn seat cover.
The other morning I saw a neighbour from the street (16 years old) do the same thing that I did all those years ago, although he did it without the breakage (well not to him anyway his special go-faster exhaust looked more like a saxophone when he picked up his bike).
