When I was a kid, we went up to my sister’s farm in Alabama. She had a Vespa and being competitive with my older brother, we wanted to race. With only one bike, we settled on time trials around her catfish pond. After a few times doing this, it was my brother’s turn.
As he approached the last turn I could see he was going too fast to make and I started running to where the crash would be. He hit the rail fence sideways, with the bike piled on top of him. I got there and he was shaking and jerking around. I thought, “my God, he’s broken his neck.” I grabbed his arm and I started shaking and jerking. He was pinned on an electric fence.