First ride out with my brother after he took his safety class and got his licence, we were riding down two lanes that ended in a 'T'. We stopped at the sign and the first rider turned right. I was next up, and did the same. I was only a couple hundred feet down the road when I realized I didn't see my brother in my rear view.

And I immediately thought of the full-size SUV that was barreling down the road past us as we turned right. I can't describe the feeling as I spun around and floored it back over the hill to see cars and the SUV stopped in the middle of the road with doors open.

I can't believe I even remembered to put the kickstand down as I hopped off my bike and saw the steep rise of the embankment with my brothers bike up in the trees and multiple people trying to dislodge it. One of the guys working to get it out had his back to me and hey wait a second...that's my brother's jacket he's wearing! Fuck. Never been so happy in my life.

Turns out he simply wasn't used to the weight of his bike compared to the starters, and just couldn't lean into that first turn enough. Instead of going right into the lane, he arced right directly into the grill of the SUV going about 60mph at him. In that split second he had no choice and thankfully gunned it full throttle when he realized he wasn't going to make the turn or avoid the SUV, and flew straight off the road, over the ditch, and up the embankment.

To this day I'm thankful both that he didn't get hurt and that that actually happened to him. He's incredibly hard headed and this was the most impactful lesson he'll likely ever learn on the back of a bike.

Anyway, that first line of your link made me think of this.