Been chuckling to myself reading through all of these; some of them will just put me to shame though; To the guy that shaved off part of his nose on a skip O_o props to you lol!
When it comes to MTBing I never get injured on the trails, it's when I come off them that things start to happen.
As usual finished up a ride, got home and started the process of unloading my car. Now I have never got around to fixing the gas struts that hold up the boot lid (can hardly hold its own weight on a breezy day) and this is where my tale of woe begins.
As I am unloading the bike the neighbours dogs spot me and come running over. They all start jumping at the car and I'm pretty sure you can tell what happens next...down comes the bootlid on my head.
I have never sworn so much in such a short space of time! That's it? I hear you say. Nope...
When the swearing ceased, grabbed my pads, helmet and other gear out the car, got on the bike with most of the gear hanging off my arms. I started to ride the bike round the back of my house and as I am coming around the corner I hit a nice patch of moss, come flying off, take some of my shins off sliding along the concrete floor.
Cursing begins again...and thankfully that is where it ends.