Oh god, this is a story.
When I was young, I lived close to a hill that the neighborhood kids had named 'Dead Man's Hill,' since apparently a kid had died riding his bike down there. Me being the broke idiot kid I was, I agreed for ten bucks to ride down that same hill on a bike with no brakes. I would say the hill is a good...30 degrees of incline or so? It was fast, speed wobbles and everything. I eventually got to the bottom, and a house there had one of those long driveways. Since the bike had no brakes, I had to stop with the soles of my shoes.
The soles were worn out and adrenaline was pumping through me like nobody's business...but I earn that ten bucks, damn it.
Have you ever been beaten up, mugged, or gotten in a fight?