We used to have a little Honda 100cc motorcycle that we would drive around the land (had 7 acres) like a little mini race track....
So, one day, I am in the front yard with it (mom was so tolerant...allowed us to turn her front yard into part of our race track) and my older brother decides he's going to 'test" me to see if I know how to stop fast....so as I am driving by the horse shed (just a little old fieldstone barn) with a couple of trees in front of it, he decides to jump out in front of me.....well, I panicked and instead of hitting the brakes, I hit the gas 
....luckily I had enough presence of mind to at least turn the wheel and wound up almost driving up one of those trees....
I was madder than a wet hen.....he's lucky, considering the amount of adrenelin going through me after having the crap scared out of me, that I didn't chase him down with that cycle and leave tire tracks in his forehead or his behind.....
Paula
