When my dad was nine he got a new speedometer for his bike. He and a friend found the steepest hill in Oamaru which happened to be beside a cemetery.They decided to test out the speedometer there.
They went flying down the hill trying to get maximum speed they reached 80 kilometres per hour (according to dad) when they got the speed wobbles they both skidded out of control and fell off. Mark (my dad ) wasn't hurt but his friend had blood all over him. They scattered home and Mark's mum totally freaked out when she saw the state of him his face had turned white and he had blood all over him. She patched him up and rung his parents luckily there were no broken bones.
The next weekend they went to watch his friend play tennis covered in plasters. Ever since he hasn't rode down that hill.
By Josh West
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