re: Change Of Pace: Your Closest Call To Death

We lived on a fairly busy residential road growing up with a speed limit of 25, but the type of road people speed on. My brother and I were racing bikes at around 10-11 years old with my mom behind us walking. We knew to stop and let the car pass, but neither of us let up. He hit my back tire and I fell into the oncoming car’s lane. My mom said the tire missed my head by about 1’. I was shaken up from the fall, oblivious to the fact my ticket almost got punched, and she freaked the the frick out from almost seeing my head squished by a car tire.