I was just parking up for a ride this morning when I did that thing I always try and remind myself not to do – drove into a hight-restricted car park with my bike on the roof. The bike hit the rusty metal barrier square in the fork crown, ripping the roofrack straight off. I watched in horror as bike and roofrack sailed past in slow motion in the rear view mirror.
The good news is that the bike is relatively unscathed as far as I can tell, apart from trashed forks, some scrapes and scratches to brakes, shifters, mech etc and a knackered head badge. The car fared a bit worse, with a fashionably corrugated roof. Not looking forward to explaining that when I get to work on Monday.
My apologies to chakaping, who I was meeting. We only managed to get about a mile before the forks gave out (I'd been hopeful that the damage was only superficial), but at least the insurance is going to pay out by the looks of things, so I can console myself with a bit of fork shopping.
I'm thinking I might have won the gormless tw*t of the day award though. Unless anyone else did something even more mind numbingly stupid?