My story is particularly lame, but I'll tell it anyways, seeing as it's my only near death experience and I have nothing else to do.
Me and my older brother were riding in the same bike (me riding and him on the pegs) down a the sidewalk of a steep road, parallel to the street I live in.
As we neared the bottom of the hill, closing in on the intersection, my brother yelled "Press the brakes!", to which I responded, "HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS THE BRAKE!" (I had been squeezing the brakes for like 5 seconds, the cable had broken). My brother jumps of the kegs, thus boosting my speed even more, and I hit the curb in the middle of the road and am sent flying (for some reason, I land in a perfect roll), all the while, a lady walking her dog sees the whole ordeal :rofl:.
Luckily, there were no cars when this happened, and neither of us had a scratch. We just walked home laughing. :happysad: