Well I have a parked car story that I feel like sharing.
When I was like 6, it was the middle of winter and my brother and I used to sled everyday on a hill near our house. The Hill faced a street so some parents were usually there to stop us or we just rolled off by ourselfs.
Well one day, my brother and I had the whole hill to ourselves. He went first, blazed down and turned at the bottom to fall out and stop. My turn came up and I rode just as fast. I had never gone that fast and was too amazed with the speed to think about stopping. I flew off the curb, slid straight across the street, and stopped completely under a parked car. Good times
