There was one time Brett and I went on a bike ride with his family, just a casual day out, nothing too wild. The sun was shining, the trail was smooth (well, mostly), and we were feeling good, riding side by side like a couple of pros... or so we thought. Somewhere along the ride, Brett and I ended up riding way too close to each other. our handlebars bumped. Just a little tap until suddenly it wasn’t. In a blink, both bikes completely flipped. I slid across the gravel, arms out like I was about to win an Olympic dive, and Brett landed right on top of me. There were scrapes, bruises, and a lot of groaning. At the time, it was painful, awkward, and not even a little bit funny. But looking back now? It’s one of those stories we can’t help but laugh about. Because of course we crashed—together. P.S. if you ask Brett about it to this day he will say it was my fault.