And here one boy, distracted, from the run-up crashes into a standing car and breaks his leg. The car has a wing.

When I was in second grade (1982), I was cycling with a friend along the sidewalk along the residential neighborhood. The Volga was slowly moving out of the neighborhood, I could not see it. He began to circle the pit and crashed in full speed (10 km / h, no more) into the forehead of the Volga, which at that time had already stopped (the driver saw me). I lay on the hood myself, the keys on the rope from my neck flew into a crack and fell into the hood. The man jumped out, asked if I wasn’t upset, was very worried. I asked for the keys and we left.
If the Volga driver learns this story, let me forgive him, I didn’t know it was so harsh at that time. City of Gorky, Automobile Factory, Yellow Busyginsky.