Heh.  When I was a wee lad, I was on summer vacation in Brady(?), Texas with my cousins.  We had spent the whole day water-sking.  That night after dinner we where tear assing around the campgrounds on our motorcross bikes in nothing but our swim suits still ( Hey its hot in central Texas even at night).  I came to a turn in the road I knew I wasn't going to make at the speed I was going and hit a big rock on the shoulder, flipped over the handle bars, and landed FLAT on my back into a clump of salamanderly pear the size of a sofa.  Right down deep in the middle of it.     

 Strangely enough, I don't remember the pain of landing, it was trying to get out that I REMEBER.   
After that, I was to cactus, as Quint was to sharks.
Oh btw, I thought the photo was amusing.
regards,
Wab
[ 10-30-2001: Message edited by: AKWabbit ]