Sounds almost as painful as my experience.... My parents wouldn't buy my a bicycle because they thought they were dangerous, so I borrowed my friend's old (sniggering ensues) Raleigh Dido. Travelling at high speed down a rather steep hill my friend was metres ahead of me on her shiny new grifter, and my front wheel started violently weaving from side to side, which prompted me to (stupidly) pull on the brakes. At this point I went spinning over the handlebars, ripped the top of my pinky off as I skiidded along the road, tore my brand new velour zip-up top, and knocked myself out. I regained consciousness in time to see a family on a drive out in the country slow down to have a look at me, and then continue on their journey without evening checking if I was fatally injured. Nice! And my parents said "see bicycles are dangerous". Parent logic is great isn't it? lol