One of my first rides with SPD's, and only probably fourth or fifth proper off road ride with a group of new mates, up a narrow track with a steepish grass slope drop to the right. In my inexperienced state I managed to stall font wheel on a small rock. Tried to get my left foot out-didn't work. In panic tried to get right foot out-didn't work. Ended up travelling down the slope on my back head first with bike still clipped in both pedals. I was giggling with the humour of the situation until I went headfirst into a gorse bush. Was told off by my compatriots as I was at the back and no one saw it from the beginning. Next time, they told me,do do it in front so all could appreciate my entertaining them.
Most humiliating bike incident?
Long time ago riding at the coast on a bmx rode down a concrete slope onto loose deep sand front wheel dug in straight over the bars
This was in full view of a large group of wheel chair bound special needs folks out on a day trip - they were waving and laughing at this spectacle - think it made their day
I'm mainly a roadie but bought a mountain bike. I hadn't quite got used to how it handled so chose a fairly easy trail. Parked up and needed to ride about 50m down the road before turning right onto it. A car came up behind me so I indicated right while trying to brake and get used to the effect of wider bars and promptly fell off and broke my ribs before even getting to the trail in front of a rather bemused driver.
First time racing on the track and I didn't realise that there was a formation lap at the beginning of the race. I did notice that everybody was riding slowly but took my chance to power ahead. Dropping back into the pack when I realised was embarrassing!
Coming out of the Canyon in Les Gets via the alternative (unreadable route) rather than the nice way out, I bailed a very steep descent realising there was a ditch at the bottom I'd never make it through.
Anyway, landed in said ditch with a thump.
A rather nice guide came to my rescue stating she was a first aider bla bla, well, she was very pretty and I was a bit confused but couldn't keep my eyes up. Once she realised this she stated there was nothing wrong with me and stormed off with a tut from her and the tut tut glances from her party..
They were lovely though.
I was 14, rolling very slowly down a small side road looking at the floor and ended up on the bonnet of a parked car!! I quickly got up and rode off before anyone saw.
Back last year, been out riding with granddaughter, bimbling home along local sustrans track, some kids - and I do mean little kids, a few of them had little barbie bikes with stabilisers etc- had built a tiny ramp out of wood about 4 inches high, if that. Go on mister, says they, jump over it, I do the sensible thing and decline and carry on seeing granddaughter home. Sooooo, on the way back, all the kids had gone, so I thought sod it I'll give it some now. Up the track I goes, turn round and give it my all, I hit the ramp about warp speed 2, the ramp just collapsed, my front wheel dived from under me, I smashed myself and the bike to buggery and it took me about 30 minutes to stagger the 10 minute walk home.
At my local park there was a bank which we used to hit at speed and get some air. Having decided that JMC was the coolest person for his one hand cross up in a recent mag, I attempted it. I turned the bars, took my hand off, and the bike dropped away from me. I landed sideways, laying on the bike, in front of the people I was showing off to.
later that day I attempted to redeem my self by jumping a raised verge. I hit it at speed, then sailed straight otb as the front wheel came to a halt against the slight raise.
This was the end of my brief attempt at being teh awsumz.
Rode down some steps at the end of a reasonably steep trail through the woods. Went OTB into a massive bush at the bottom and was left hanging upside down and unable to right myself by the small branch snagged in the back of my shorts.
Right in front of two lovely young ladies on horses.
They were very polite.
Trapped my todger between the saddle and a wall.
I was used to riding a V Brake Carerra and got a shot on a 20lb Ibis Tranny.
The acceleration got the better of me, I'm sure the thread at the time was
"Tranny Johnson Interface".
The amount of people I had to explain "how on earth did you do that?" to was unreal..
Matron was kind.
I'd just finished a fairly rough training ride on the cross bike and rejoined the road to ride the 5 miles home just as it was going dark.
I reached behind to turn my light on but remembered that it had got water in it last time I used it so stood up and turned round to check whether it was working.
As I was doing so I rolled slowly across the road and crashed onto the top of a drystone wall, cracking ribs and helmet and gashing elbow.
Not sure why I didn't just stop to check the light.
Morning commute along the Grand Union Canal towpath, Christmas Eve about 0630. Shot under a bridge on a bend, right-hand end of bars clip the inside of the bridge arch, bike turns immediately right, I carry straight on, OTB head-first into the canal.
Lucky it was on a bend really or I'd have been head-first into the ground. I was shifting too.
Luckily it was dark and no witnesses.
Getting out of a canal is not as easy as you might think, I had to swim about 50 yards in order to find something to grab hold of to haul myself out by.
Day off and headed out to Aston Hill for some coaching with Ian Warby. Almost there and noticed something odd in the rear view mirror. No bike. Realised I'd left it at home so had to call Ian and explain. Ian was totally cool about it and I eventually turned up 2 hours later.
^^ And we have a winner. ^^
Night ride with no lights (as full moon and clear skies). Mate comes to a stop and puts his foot down. Doesn't realise that he is next to a deep nettle filled ditch. Falls gently sideways into ditch and nettles.
We laughed. A lot.
My very first attempt at road racing was at the old Eastway circuit .
I had borrowed a bike from a mate and was pedalling up from the car park with my kit bag over one shoulder. Just as I went past the bench (full of gnarly old Vets) outside the changing room, the bag came off my shoulder and a strap went in to the front wheel.
I did a complete summersault ,and landed on my arse in front of them all. No damage to me or the bike and no comment from the crowd, just a look of pity ,at someone with hairy legs that had no idea what he was letting himself in for. Racing with them later, I received my next humiliation of the day as I disappeared out the back quicker than a not very quick thing .
This year is my second "season" of regional short course XC "racing" - last year I was usually found propping up the back of the field with the singlespeeders, acting as a mobile chicane for the leaders. So I'd spent the whole winter on the turbo, desperately trying to improve my fitness to possibly inch my way up to a mid-pack finish.
In the first lap of the first race a couple of weeks ago, I was feeling pretty awesome. I'd got myself solidly into the middle of the pack by the end of the first climb and was actually being held up by a slower descender on the first descent (I'm the world's worst descender, so this was a surprise). I spotted a gap on a transition between two singletrack descents and decided to go for my first ever racing overtake.
"Rider on your left" - I shot past the slower rider on his inside, overshot the corner into the next bit of singletrack, washed out the front wheel on a dusty berm and catapulted myself OTB (and several feet into the undergrowth). In front of a huge group of spectators and the St John's Ambulance guys. Who pissed themselves laughing.
Another 'getting used to spds' tale..not quite as humiliating as some tales.
I was out with my son in the local woods and saw in the distance a women with her 7-9 yr kid out running. As they approached I was mid tight turn, forgot I had spds and went down like a sack of potatoes. Both her and daughter laughed and as they she passed she told me that her daughter had just commented "wow he must be a good at cycling to be in the woods".
I'm obviously not the only one to have fun with SPD's.
In the late 90's I used to ride the 3 miles or so into work on my first mtb along a stretch of the Worcester canal before leaving at a major set of traffic lights. All was well until one snowy morning when my cleats had frozen to the pedals without me realising it. At said traffic lights on red I toppled sideways onto the road in front of a car. The occupants got out to check I was OK but had difficulty talking and laughing at the same time.
A more recent incident last year in the Wyre Forest I was showing a couple round some of the better bits in fine and dry conditions and completely lost it on a small(ish) drop known locally as Dog Kennel. Result a spectacular OTB, 1 written off helmet, numerous cuts, bruises and a badly dented ego.
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