I do have a tangentially-related story. One fine afternoon I cleaned my bike. Pedal cycle, I mean. Gave it a good wash down with soapy water and a soft brush. Then I had the indescribably stupid idea of riding it to the top of the cul-de-sac where I lived and back to dry it a bit, before putting it in the back of the car.
Why indescribably stupid? Because I'd taken the wheels off so I could wash it properly, including inside the mudguards, and to take the wheels off you have to unhook the brakes. I hadn't hooked them back up again, not even the rear brake, belonging to the wheel I wasn't going to take off again to put the bike in the car.
I pedalled up the cul-de-sac in blissful ignorance, then turned to go back down. The bike began to pick up speed on the gradient. I touched the brakes, and discovered I didn't have any. It's amazing how fast you actually think, in that situation. Ideally I'd have gone on to where the cul-de-sac joined the main residential road of the estate, and turned uphill. Two problems there. One was that as I gathered speed there was a good chance I'd be going too fast to make the turn. The other was that a car might be coming along the road and the accident would be much more disastrous and I could get seriously hurt. The road was too narrow for me to have any chance of turning where I was to face back uphill.
I aimed the front wheel of the bike into the gutter to try to take off some speed, and jumped off. I couldn't get to any grass, so I landed on the asphalt pavement. I was a bit scraped and bruised, mainly my left leg, but nothing that wouldn't sort itself out with two or three weeks rest.
(I continued with my plan of going to visit a friend in Yorkshire with the bike. Two days later we were cycling on a canal towpath when, in the middle of some hesitation about where we were going, I overbalanded on the cobblestones and sprained the ankle of the leg that hadn't taken the damage in the previous incident, quite badly. Picture me trying to drive 200 miles home that evening, in a manual transmission car, with only my left leg working at all, and that not well.)