I found several old rusty bicycles in the woods. I cut the front forks off of two or three of them and attached them end to end to the front fork of my bicycle. Cool. I had created a chopper! My front wheel was almost eight feet from my handlebars. I went riding down the street on my new creation. Everything was going fine, until I got up some speed going down a hill and crossed the railroad at the bottom of the hill. The vibration jarred my contraption apart. The original front fork on my bike dug into the asphalt, and as I was flying over the handlebars, I saw my front wheel continuing on down the street with one set of forks still attached to it. I did a somersault and landed on my back, with the bike flipping over and landing seat first on my chest.
That’s so epic.