you reminded me of another one with the cliff thing
for some reason my parents thought it would be nice to go biking in the rocky mountains soon after I had learned how to ride a 2 wheeler
anyways, I was biking downhill, and I was really nervous...I put on the brakes, my front tire hit a rock, and I went flying over the handlebars and landed on my face (forehead to be exact) which proceeded to rip open due to the scraping of the gravel, dirt and small rocks. my momentum then took me right over the edge of a 6 foot ditch and I landed in a grassy area next to a tree.
my head was cut open for 7 stitches and I still having scarring up through my hairline...