I was riding my Schwinn Swing Bike down a hill on 106th S. in Sandy. It was late at night and we were practically flying down that hill.
At the bottom of the hill, I never saw that the manhole cover was off until it was too late. I sailed over the handle bars and pretty much did a face plant on the road - which would explain why I look like I do today.
I ws more upset that the swing bike was ruined. It was, by far, the coolest bike I've ever owned.