One by one they ride. One by one they fall.
Somewhere in France there is a lush green field where it's always sunny, save a slow and steady rain of BMX bikes. There's a stand where they sell fresh-squeezed limonade and the most fanciful umbrellas you've ever seen, elaborate cycle-repelling devices that defy imagination.
One day I hope to see the bicycle rain in person. I'll set up chairs for the family, and we'll sit and eat little cheese sandwiches under the shade of our magnificent umbrella, as riders tumble endlessly across the lawn.
unexpected turn while cycling downhill [Liveleak]