Not entirely sure when my first fall was but the first major fall I remember was when I was about 9. Borrowed my brothers mini-bmx to jump off a ramp we'd built at the local swing park. The ramp consisted of 3 bricks and a plank so it wasn't exactly sturdy. I rode off up to the top off the wee hill we were using as a run up and set off. THe ramp was built at the bottom of the stairs for the chute which a 'friend' was sitting on to make sure the ramp was OK to ride over each time. When I got to about 2m away from it he kicked the thing but it was to late for me to stop. Up I went in the air, the bike went sideways and so did I. Landed on my side and grazed most of the skin off any part that wasnt covered and ruined my favourite jeans int eh process. Still got a scar on my left hand from that.
The funniest though was about 10 years ago. I went for a cycle out to the windmill testbeds out on the eaglesham moors one sunny day. My bike had no rear brake and only 3 of the 21 gears actually worked so to be honest its a miracle I made it to the top of the hill. After pissing about for an hour waiting for everyone to catch up we decided to race back to Eaglesham and the first one to buy something from the Spar didnt have to pay for any booze that night. Barry and Andy shot off on their grand and a half Cannondales with their shiney helmets and cycling shirts almost blinding me. I was a bit wary at first as I'd only ever rode down forrestry rodes with body armour, helmet and a fully working bike before. Coming off at highspeed on to gloryfied rubble without them seriously gaves me the shits. Anyway they shot off into the distance and it took me a bit of getting used to using my outside foot to slow down the bike going into the corner enough to slide round it. After a short while though my lack of brakes had me catching up and powering past them and pretty soon I was on to tarmaced roads and was away. I managed to cycle down that hill in record time and beat them to the Spar. Jumped in and bought a bottle of juie and started to cycle back out to meet them on the road. I must have been doing about 4 miles an hour when I finally found them and somehow managed to dump my front end into the only pothole on the road causing me to fly over the handlebars. Never split a drop of juice mind and not one cut! All that way and a stupid pothole at low speed managed to knock me from my bike
