About cycles, I remember when I rode my bicycle for the first time. I was a very slow learner, so I learned how to do it when I was 10. Now, I looked like an idiot on my bike because most kids could go pretty fast and I just knew the basics. However, I didn't know how stupid I looked on my bike because my mom always encouraged me and told me how great I was. So, my thirsty 10 year old self decides to try and pick up a girl. So, there was this cute girl who lived a couple of blocks away from me named Jessica. Now, I was not slick back when I was 10. At all. So now I decide to ride my bike past Jessica's house, look at her and maybe give her a wink. I'm riding down the road looking like an inexperienced idiot. When I get to Jessica's, she's outside, so I wink at her and... I hit a pothole. I did like an entire flip and landed straight on my face. I almost cried from pure embarrassment. My face was bleeding, yet it didn't even hurt, I was just emotionally damaged. I ride around the neighborhood to get home so that she doesn't see where I live, and everyone who sees me looks at me funny because my face is bleeding. So, that was my failed attempt to pick up a girl on a bicycle.