I remember one time when I cycled away like a lightning from a pursuing dog and went to the downhill slope road. I was relieved when I got down that hill because no dogs has ever got the guts to pursue me down the hill. But I think that day, I got slapped by fate when my bicycle went wobbly and out of control. Then, I accidentally hit one of the resident's roadside plant vase and that vase cleaved in two and I went head first straight to the road pavement and got knocked-out for a few seconds. When I came to, I realized that the owner of the vase is opening the front door. Thinking that I don't need any extra helping of trouble and aggravation, I picked-up my bicycle and zoom away in a flash. Man, for me, that memory still gets me the giggles now and then.