I have had a lot of close calls, but my most fortunate one was when I was around 12 or 13.
I was driving my dads 4wheeler (aka quad for you Albertans) up a hill in a gravel pit, rolled it from the top of the hill to the bottom (Probably 5 or 6 times). Crawled out at the bottom, the bike was on its side, I was shaking. It had a canoe rack on it and I couldn't hang on, rattled around inside the whole way down. Walked away without a scratch.
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