Call those near misses?
When I was young we used to take 6 kids in the back of the 3 wheeler and drive all the way to the pub on two wheels, get drunk then dive all the way home upside down. Never a scratch on us.Then Dad used to flog us within an inch of our lives and we'd have to lick the road clean as punishment. We were tough then - try telling that to the youth of today (with acknowledgements to Mr. Python)
