My best falls have involved being strapped to a mountainboard- once I managed to tip myself forward and ended up rolling down the hill clumping myself on the back of the head with the board at every roll. It's a good thing I was wearing a helmet, or I suspect I'd have very little brain left to work with.
The next best fall involved going straight into a tree. It was funny more than painful. I'm still rubbish, but suicidal enthusiasm seems the way to go
