When I was younger I had a paper-round. One winter I managed to completely mangle my bike, so borrowed my Mum’s old Raleigh Shopper from the back of the garage.
I wasn’t any more careful with my Mum’s bike than with my own. There is still a scare in my side from when I came flying off it one day, because my shoelace had got stuck in the front wheel and the pointed brake lever embedded itself in my torso.
But, I never did anything quite as mad as this: