How many more times have I been stranded on a bicycle? Surprisingly, not many at all, in more than a quarter century of riding distances up to 100 miles per day.

I was perhaps 16, maybe not. I was drenched, tired, cold, and miserable, sitting at the side of the road, knowing my parents would be driving past shortly. Being well before cell phones, I was wholly reliant on being seen as they traveled separately down to my aunt & uncle’s house.

Saddest? No idea. But could choose from a few, I think.

Jaguar: reasonable power.

“I can call a guy if you’re serious.”

This needs ALL the stars.

2019 F1 cars lined up for the start.

“Though not a word I heard, could I relate, the story was quite clear.” - Led Zeppelin.

Whenever we traveled with our son, early in his life, it was with a swing much like this one:

... but it didn’t have any affe affe affe affe affect on me...

I made the mistake of letting go of my 8th.

Oh, I get it.

This is GREAT!

BTW, not anymore.

Let me go back in time and check...

Are we SURE this was Australia?

Not as much fun on the main street of your small town.

I thought my sticking air horn was pretty good...

I’m not sure whether to be depressed or proud that my stories (and there were several) didn’t make this list.

Some choices: