Besides your first set of bewbs...
Two friends of mine raced their bikes from left field of the Turfland Babe Ruth Field to the first base dugout fence. Not through the fence, to the fence. Not entirely sure what the reason for the race was (didn't need one) or what the rules were (I'm guessing none), but off they went. Two very athletic kids, so they picked up some real steam by the time they got to the shortstop area and hit the dirt. Full speed on each side of the pitchers mound when one of them realizes what is about to happen and stops; one of those cool stops where your back wheel flips around and kick up dirt.
The other kid... not so much. He keeps pedaling to the bitter end. Now, he wasn't the smartest guy by any means, but everyone at the field that day knew what was going to happen, and it did. Bike tire, face, and body all explode into the fence. He's cut up very badly, but is able to walk his bike home. This is the same guy who routinely hit home runs from the Small Fry field into the Babe Ruth field, so he was pretty solid. We all just stood there because none of us were going to get in trouble for him doing something stupid.
The summers there were always a pleasure.
Two friends of mine raced their bikes from left field of the Turfland Babe Ruth Field to the first base dugout fence. Not through the fence, to the fence. Not entirely sure what the reason for the race was (didn't need one) or what the rules were (I'm guessing none), but off they went. Two very athletic kids, so they picked up some real steam by the time they got to the shortstop area and hit the dirt. Full speed on each side of the pitchers mound when one of them realizes what is about to happen and stops; one of those cool stops where your back wheel flips around and kick up dirt.
The other kid... not so much. He keeps pedaling to the bitter end. Now, he wasn't the smartest guy by any means, but everyone at the field that day knew what was going to happen, and it did. Bike tire, face, and body all explode into the fence. He's cut up very badly, but is able to walk his bike home. This is the same guy who routinely hit home runs from the Small Fry field into the Babe Ruth field, so he was pretty solid. We all just stood there because none of us were going to get in trouble for him doing something stupid.
The summers there were always a pleasure.