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I also had a tricycle when I was a kid, and my dad taught me how to ride a two-wheeled bike. Once, I crashed into some fat women who heard the bell, looked, but didn't think it was necessary to clear the way, and I didn't know how to brake.
And 15 years after that incident, last year, I hit a tourist in Red Square when she also didn't think it was necessary to clear the way for me, as a result of which I had to spend 20 minutes arguing with a tour guide who was explaining to her that she "doesn't understand how things are done in Russia," and in the end, they let me go, and I managed to return the bike to the rental shop just in time. The only tourist police officer who passed by ignored the calls for help, saying, "I'm just passing by, sorry, I'm not involved in your business." In the end, the tour guide calmed everything down, a saintly woman, and I wasn't even completely sober at the time. But I certainly didn't do it on purpose; it's just that the slope was very steep, and I didn't have enough skill.