hi Snowball
I too had a bike,my pride and joy,It was a rusty 3 wheeler with the Quadrant shaped box on the back,I used to take it to the corner of Armoury road to meet my Dad when he came out of work. One night about 6.00pm in the winter my friend and I decided to go down the hill toward the sports field, he was "driving and | was standing in the box as we went down at great speed ,the front wheel hit something and the bike ,michael and myself went up in the air,needless to say they all landed on me,I ended up with stitches in my legs and still have the scars today.
No Elf and safety then. lol
ps I was about 10 at the time