When I was about eleven I got a bike for Christmas. I loved my Raleigh Grifter, my trusty friend who had won many races and the new bike was very much a "you'll grow into it". It was way to big. So big that I couldn't even touch the ground when I was on it, but it was obviously expensive. It was a mountain bike with about fifteen gears... and we lived in one of the flattest places on Earth! I hated it but but my parents really wanted me to try out my present, so I had to go out to the park for a ride.
I don't remember how but I ended up with a girl I knew, wondering how I was going to get off without falling over. I couldn't stop so she had to jog beside me while I wobbled around as slowly as I could while still balancing way up there, all the while trying to act like everything was fine.
At that point, somehow the laces on both shoes somehow came undone and wrapped themselves round the pedals! I was tied to the damned thing!!! I had to own up that I couldn't get off but there was no way to get me down. I ended up riding round and round the park with her running after me until I was exhausted and fell over.