When I was in 7-8th grade, my brother and I decided to have a bike race. The path was through our backyard, down the alley, around the corner, back up the street and into our driveway, repeated. We start off just fine, but on our second lap, as we are going down the alley, a dog comes barking out from beneath the house next to us. My brother immediately starts screaming "AH! AH! AH! A DOG! AH! AH!" and jumps off his bike, causing it to careen into me, ripping off a bunch skin from my ankle. I get tangled up and wreck fairly hard, getting scraped up a bit. Meanwhile, my brother starts running off to our house, freaking out, claiming the dog bit him. I get back up, the dog is nowhere to be seen, and I have to drag both bikes back to the house, bloodied. I check up on my brother; he doesn't have a scratch on him.
TL;DR: My brother is an idiot.
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