The Luge

Jerry Seinfeld has a great bit, about "the involuntary luge".

My family had a luge. My older brother was great at it. It's more complicated than it looks. It's not just a sled, even though it resembles one. To go left, you have to lean right. To go right, you have to lean left. You can also flex the runners, which was a skill I never mastered.

When I finally got my turn, I crashed that luge. I flew off, and smacked my face. Blood came pouring out. A man picked me up, and carried me up the hill, dragging the luge behind him. He tried to find my parents, but instead located my brother, who probably recognized the luge before he recognized me. My nose was bleeding so hard, I had blood coming out of my mouth. My brother took me into his arms and said, "Yeah, she sucks at luge."