Getting my first bicycle was a huge deal, bought from a neighbor. Shortly thereafter I got run over by a bloke on a Vespa scooter when I pulled out in front of him. Scalp wound, bled like a stuck pig. Must have been about 1966, got stitches. My folks took the bicycle away for a whole year, then I had to take a bicycle safety course.

I think now the whole thing happened because they drive on the wrong side of the road over there 🙂

"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744