Sometimes the made up games are better than real games with real rules. Some friends of mine and I made up this game involving a bike going down the street and a Big Wheel going across the street. I guess the object of the game was to get across the street on the Big Wheel before getting run over by the kid on the bike who was coming down the street. The loosely written rule was that the guy on the bike had to stay on the painted center line as he came roaring down the road at the same time the other kid on the Big Wheel had to pedal like mad to get across the same street, from gully to gully before being hit by the kid on the bike. We'd scream "go" and both would start pedaling from a dead stop - kid on bike hauling butt down the center line of street - kid on Big Wheel trying to just get across the same street before getting run over.
Man, I remember it like it was yesterday, although it was probably 1972. The Big Wheel was so light up front that the hollow plastic wheel would spin a few times in place before getting some traction and start to move. Long story short, when I, the fat kid, had my turn on the Big Wheel, and had to try to get across the street before being T-boned by the beach cruiser, I pedaled like mad and concentrated solely on getting the back wheels of the Big Wheel beyond the far side of that painted center line. Man, I'd swear I made it but I got completely run over by that bike! I got really tore up and the kid on the bike wrecked too but I definitely took the brunt of it. I got rubber burn and greasy bloody chain marks on my right side and back and cried like crazy for a few minutes while my friends rolled in the yard doubled up with laughter!
But that's not the end of it! After recovering from the trauma of literally being run over I had my chance at revenge! To this day I'd swear I had made it across the center line and that the kid swerved off center to hit me. He denied it but I think he did. So, now it was my turn on the bike and his turn on the Big Wheel! Well you can probably guess exactly what happened! That kid was well beyond the center line and in the safety zone but I didn't care! I veered hard right and nailed him right in the side! But as inertia would have it, I flew over the handlebars, did my best chunky Superman impression, landed arms outstretched, and broke my wrist!
That wasn't my worst wreck but by far the one I remember the most and the hardest to explain to my mom when I limped into the house bawling with the road rash of both events plus a self inflicted broken wrist!