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By: mcsurf

mcsurf — Fri, 11 May 2007 12:33:14 +0000

last year I was minding my own business, head down and cranking on my now departed fixie when some MILF pulled out right in front of me real fast and then froze. it happened so fast I was still pedaling when I t-boned her. I alleyooped the front hood, paused briefly to take out the antenna, put my back through her windshield, and landed it hands still on the grips and feet still in the straps. of course on the landing both wheels collapsed and I did bounce a couple times. a concussion, some abrasions, a broken toe or two, but all in all not bad. the funny part was that she was so hot that the cops and ambulance guys were all checking her out instead of me. I was kind of out of it so she told her story and I got a ticket. she did to me what I’d have loved doing to her.

By: MJS

MJS — Fri, 11 May 2007 05:29:24 +0000

Saturday May 05 2007 mile 32.5 for the day and mile 168 total for my less than two week old trek 7.3. I look over my shoulder to make sure that traffic which is merging from my right is yielding and just as I turn back towards the road I hit a section of uneven pavement and come crashing down hard. Fracturing the ulna and radius bones in my left forearm. Surgery was yesterday and was a success. Weâ€™ll see what happens between now and when Iâ€™m able to get back on my bike to decide if it was destiny or not. Iâ€™ve already learned one thing though ,that by wearing spandex to the emergency room it skips everyoneâ€™s first question and leads right to their second. â€œhow fast ?â€

By: JoeMarty

JoeMarty — Fri, 11 May 2007 04:21:03 +0000

I fail the “it was destined” test. I pass the stupid test. April 14, 2006, I was riding along through the smoothly paved campground of the local state park, doing a modest up hill. I’ve only been riding for 20+ years; never a crash. And I’d only been riding this same route for about 12 or 14 years. And I had always come out of the saddle at the same point on that little 1/4 mile uphill, just for training purposes.

So, of course, that is what I did on April 14, 2006. About half way up the grade, campers to the left were waving at me—probably amused by this 60 year old in spandex riding a bike—and my eye caught their attention. I don’t know whether I decided to give a friendly wave or lost my grip, but my left hand came off the bar ever so briefly, but of course, that was all that was required. I was out of the saddle, left peddle on the down stroke. with power, and the next thing I know, I am on the pavement.

Two major fractures in my left collar bone, and a hematoma on my left hip that required surgery to drain four days later, left me off the bike for four weeks (should have waited six like the doctor instructed) and not at full strength for the rest of the year, perhaps even to this date.

But I don’t think it was destined; rather I think it was operator error. Bicycle operators frequently make serious mistakes, but most of the time, we manage to correct them before doing a helmet dive. Some times we don’t, as I experienced April 14, 2006.

By: Seatech1

Seatech1 — Thu, 10 May 2007 17:43:40 +0000

A few years ago, I was working on a ship and carried my Cannondale mountain bike on the upper deck so that I had transpo wherever we landed. It was on one of those occasions that I tempted fate and took my ride to the local pub on Labor Day. I didn’t know my way around, so I ended up at a place much farther from the ship than I would ordinarily go. Needless to say, I completed my mission at the pub (got a good buzz on) and hopped on the bike for the ride back to the pier.
On any normal ride, navigating city streets in a strange town can be a challenge; especially if two wheeled and four wheeled vehicles mingle in a morass of traffic as they did in this European city. But when you’ve got the added handicap of the output of a small brewery clouding your brain, it’s more than certain that you’ll introduce yourself to some cobbles before the day is over.
After completing one particular turn, I happened to see the top of our ship’s mast peeking above some buildings to the left of me. My excitement at this discovery brought me to make the unfortunate decision to wheel my craft around and take the shortcut in a straight line to my destination. Failing to navigate the curb as I attempted to ride up onto the short distance of sidewalk, I suddenly felt an odd sensation. It was something like zero-gravity. Before I could truly appreciate this wonderful experience, my chin met the concrete.
I never made it to the ship that evening. It took a day longer, after spending a night in the local hospital. My broken rib and nose were a testament to the improved decision making abilities one has after swilling way too much European Ale.
So I guess the desiny in my story was in the combination of alcohol and operating even a motorless vehicle. At least I still carry the scar on my nose to remind me.

By: Skip Zalneraitis

Skip Zalneraitis — Thu, 10 May 2007 14:48:23 +0000

Hi-
I have been a runner my whole life – 84k miles. My wife wanted to ride and for four years she teased me. Finall, last June, we started. I LOVE it. I have been averaging more than 200 miles per week. Last Wednesday, it was raining so put my bike in the trainer to spin 30 miles before I went to teach. At three miles, my sadle bolt snapped and before I could stop myself, I was down on the seat post!!!! I changed bikes after the nausea passed, and pedaled another seventeen miles. My wife, a nurse, saw some swelling, but we showered and I was off for school. By fourth preriod, the swelling was SERIOUS. I went to the emergency room and was in surgery that afternoon. The doc took a unit of blood out of my scrotum and I have drained a little bit more than a half a unit again. I am writing this for therapy – this is my longest stop without exercise in thirty-five years!!!
Why? Because I got on the bike I guess.

By: CLBlood

CLBlood — Wed, 09 May 2007 17:07:14 +0000

In 2006 my road bike & I had 5,720 miles & one crash. It was 7:30 a.m. The raccoon came out of the weeds so quickly that I t-boned it and hit the asphalt still pedaling. Split my helmet, broke my glasses, dropped a little skin. The bike was totally undamaged. Raccoon did not even stop running to exchange insurance information. We cut that ride short, but rode 40 miles the next day.

My partner & I had driven to that ride & had discovered, when we got the bikes out of the truck, that my helmets was not with me. I cnosidered ridding bare-headed, which is what I did the only other time I forgot my helmet, but decided against it & drove all the way home. Which is why I can still read, write & understand the English language.

By: Highwaymunky

Highwaymunky — Tue, 08 May 2007 08:59:07 +0000

Great post. If i don’t crash / fall off / injure myself in some way and added to my growing collection of grazes and scratches once a week I just know I’m being a pussy on my bike! Injury, falling off crashing are all part of the course and should be embraced as much as the punctures and saddle sores. That’s why we are all considered crazy! I love it though!

By: Bici Beeyatch

Bici Beeyatch — Mon, 07 May 2007 14:49:16 +0000

Al- great post! Laughed so hard i cried, par for the course on Fatty’s blog. I’m almost, i say ALMOST, jealous cause i have no epic crash story of my own. Not riding long or hard enough you’d tell me. Incredible luck and bike handling skills i’d counter. okay, entirely the former. Any crashes i’ve had on the road were at lower speeds and easy to blame on my husband. Duh! Off road i’ve crashed humiliatingly often, but damn the luck, nothing spectacular requiring emergency room visits. So no bragging rights, and obviously no street cred on or off road owing to my pathetic lack of scars. Maybe on today’s ride i’ll let that dog catch me, or maybe corner at high speeds into deep gravel, or i know, rear-end a farm vehicle! Wish me luck…