I learned as a small child about wet grass and rubber tires on my bicycle.
Locked up the back brake while going down a slope; immediately did a true low side crash as the bike swapped orientation on two planes: front to back and side to side. Wound up on the downhill side of the bike upside down.
Scared the crap outta me.
Fast forward four decades later, and wouldn't you know it - in order to get to my parking spot for Ruby each night, I have to go across about a 1/2 acre of grass. Dry or wet. With a sidehill to go across, no less.
And in the words of Elmer Fudd: I'm werry, werry care-fwul.....
