Last night I fell off on a rutted track in the peak. My left boot clipped out, my right boot stayed stuck in and I fell off to the right. My mate carried on down the hill.

I managed to struggle up, still clipped in with a buggered cleat, to ‘stand’ on the right hand side of the bike – right foot clipped in, left leg crossed over in front of it as I stood up, between me and the bike.

Try it.

I couldn’t move – couldn’t get my leg back over the bike, or round the back of my left leg to stand normally. I had to call my mate to come and help me as I wobbled about on one leg laughing.

What’s the weirdest/stupidest position you’ve landed in after a fall?

Oh, and I landed in a puddle when I came off. Which I then had to stand in in just my sock cos my boot was still stuck to the bike.

The boot is still stuck to the bike.

Coming down the Lairig Ghru I was giving it the beans and suddenly caught a rock and the next thing I knew I was slotted into a water bar. Arm was completely impobilised so I just had to shout help until the rider behind and infront came and laughed at me for 5 minutes.

back in the early 90’s (riding my marin eldridge grade/onza curved bar ends).i came off my bike whilst descending a slippery wooded trail.my leg got caught between the frame/bar end,ended up completely stuck (someone had to release my leg).

edit also the first time i tried spd’s (early 90’s again).thought it would be safest to set them pretty tight then go straight out onto the main road

Head down, legs in the air suspended in a thorn bush (over steep side of a trail) – couldn’t move, couldn’t touch the ground, had to “swim down before twisting then clambering up all the time snagging on thorns. Obvious question from riding mate of “what are you doing ?”

pinned between bar and top tube unable to stand up or get myself out.

Llandegla – the nice shallow boggy lake at the end of the original woodwork.

Thought I’d style it off the end – epic fail!

Landed with head and upper body completely in the water, couldn’t unclip my spds, completely immobilised with bike stuck in trees to my left. Had to wait in contorted position with my head barely above the waterline for help, which unfortunately for my predicament, came in the form of a mahoosive group ride out!! Needless to say it was a few minutes and a photo session before someone actually gave me a hand!

Fell off the edge of mcmoab (near the start) down to the right towards the fire road, left dangling upside down holding a shrub to stop me dropping backwards of the ledge, thankfully a mate on the fire road ran up and held me until I was able to shuffle around and step off the ledge!!

Still got the scars, that granite rock rips you too bits!

Bike hanging from a stump, with me hanging down the hill below it with my left leg caught between the bars and top tube…student champs in 94 i think.
Couldn’t reach up to unhook my leg and couldn’t unhook the whole bike as it would have landed on me and I would have fallen about 5 foot into a rocky ditch.

It took 2 marshals to help me up, still got 2 deep scars on my shin to show for it… no more spliffs before XC races for me from then on (DH was a different matter for a few more years!)

without as much gnar as mafiafish – many moon ago (prob late eighties) riding in single file towards a gate on a track surrounded by long grass. I’m at the back and as we stop I put my foot down in the long grass to discover a hidden 6ft deep, 6 ft long trench which I suddenly and quitely disappear to.

EDIT actually thinking back to the same ride (or at least the same summer) one of my fellow riders somehow got his pedals bound in the same long grass tying feet to the pedals, stopping the bike dead and flinging him over the bars. But his feet stayed stuck and he was left with the bike tied and guyed upright with his arse in the air and in head reading on the front wheel

Here’s a mate of mine in the early days of SPD’s, luckily it was a warm day!

074 by jimmyg352, on Flickr

In an industrial bin.

Once crashed into my mate on a fast grassy descent, got our bikes jammed together, took some time to fix.

Once got out of shape on an extremely rocky descent, tried to save it, failed, managed to leapfrog the bars and land on my feet running down the trail.

Once landed upside down in a massive bramble and nettle thicket

I was riding the Cwmcarn DH track just after they’d made the changes to the bottom, and the lips of the jumps had changed to how I remembered them. Hit the big kicker really fast and completely nosedived in the air. Landed on my front wheel, did a somersault and managed to land in a sort of kneeling down prayer postion. Did a little ‘ta da’ to some gnarly DHers who were watching.

esselgruntfuttock – Member
Here’s a mate of mine in the early days of SPD’s, luckily it was a warm day!

what was your direction of travel? – did you make it 95% percent across the water? Of just 5%, showjumper refusal style?

Probably this one;

Oh yeah – there was this trail we used to do, you had to cross a gulley to get to it by dropping in and coming straight up the other side. Steep but straightforward, as long as you could get your arse back over the saddle again quickly enough. Which I couldn’t. I ended up trying to go up the other side with my bum still out back and I flipped all the way over, landing square on my back still holding the bike and clipped in.

esselgruntfuttock – Member
Here’s a mate of mine in the early days of SPD’s, luckily it was a warm day!
what was your direction of travel? – did you make it 95% percent across the water? Of just 5%, showjumper refusal style?

If I remember it was 95% of the way over, BUT….that photo was a re-take of his 1st go. I didn’t have the camera out the 1st time so he did an ‘action replay’!

A car just as its passengers were getting out.

I blame slippery cobbles and tram tracks in Gent.

They were very nice about it.

On Spitler’s edge heading over to Great Hill near Rivington / White Coppice, I found out very quickly how boggy one section was when the nose of the bike simply disappeared, quickly followed by the rest of it, and me! I pretty much swam out and nearly lost both shes and bike for good.

*shudders* Steepish drop onto a single railway sleeper bridge over a stream followed by steepish climb out over RootWorld ™. Got over the bridge, pulled on the bars to lift front wheel over big root and….backflipped! Finished upside down with head almost at right angles between 2 rocks in the stream – thought I’d broken my frickin’ neck – turned out it was very badly sprained. This happened on an off road detour on the commute to work – I was on my own and it was about 7am. Took me a good 15mins to get upright and then gently pootle into work (hospital, luckily) -> straight to A/E after locking bike up.
I’ve never been so bloody scared.
Best bit was when the A/E consultant asked me when I’d cracked the vertebrae in my neck as there was an “old” injury on the X-ray – Er, what cracked vertebrae?????? 😯

I once landed in a porn film

Not me as I am always at the back, but got there quick enough to tell him not to move until we took some pictures 🙂 check out that back rack.

A mate of mine(I’m filming) ended up sprawled into a thorny bush upside down at 3:00 minutes into this video…

[video]http://vimeo.com/50965754[/video]

I messed up a very small boardwalk/northshore across a stream in Chatel and fell sideways into the stream and then backwards down a small waterfall where I came to rest on my head…

Its all good 😀

Heh heh. ‘Racing’ my bro down a farm track, I thought I’d liven things up a bit and start squeezing him off the right side on a left bend. Our bars ended up locked together and we both careered off the track. I ended up upside down in a hawthorn hedge. Rob made it over the top of the hedge and into the bramble filled ditch 5ft lower than the original track. Nothing I could do to help him out. It took a while 🙂

Off the side of a trail, upside down into a bush. Couldn’t unclip, couldn’t move easily. In the end I took both shoes off, fell through the bush then spent 10 mins on the trail trying to get the bike back. Some bloke asked if I’d been robbed when he came across me kitted up, shoeless with no bike.

Knee jammed between brake lever and grip, after a very simple off.
No, there’s not a lot of space and I’ve no idea how it happened.

Thinking about what could have happened slowed me down a little, tbh.

Similar to atlaz, came battering down through Buckden woods at night, slid off the trail down an embankment. Ended up still clipped in, upside down, well and truly tangled up in a bush, staring upwards at a stream. Much grunting and heaving failed to even get myself unclipped.

Luckily, Aristotle of this parish, who I was riding with, noticed my absence and came back looking for the light sticking out of a bush. Fair play to him, he managed to unclip me and drag me, then bike, out without an undue amount of smirking and giggling

Flat on my back, with an electric fence running up my spine 😯

On my back, legs apart with the bike cartwheeling towards me.

It came to a halt upside down with one of the grips just inches from my crown jewels

In an operating theatre 🙁

Nice videos 🙂

Was having a low speed OTB caused by the front stalling in a root gap, when the rear wheel caught in the branches of a tree. I was on tip toes with the stem jammed up into my groin and the bars across the front of my thighs, couldn’t quite fall forward, couldn’t quite stand up.

On my little Serow on a peaty farm track I rode into a “puddle”, or “four foot deep hole full of mud”. Over the bars and landed on head. Head sank. Consistency of mud was such that for a few moments I was looking over (under?) the chinpiece at the inside wall of a hole driven out by my lid; the hole started to fill with thick black water and while I could get to my feet the lid’s peak was reluctant to pull free… I almost drowned pulling a classic Ostrich pose knee deep in black mud!

omitn – you ended up inside the car?

I used to know a guy who lived at the top of a mile or so of uphill private road, with a couple of other houses. He used to ride down it flat out using the whole road, because no-one was ever coming the other way. Until they eventually were coming the other way. He hit the bonnet, went through the windscreen and ended up upside down in the passenger seat.

big crash by Rich_F_, on Flickr

In a bog, headfirst, in Wales.

Silly boy

TM

Strapped down on a spinal board.. twice 🙁

On my arse in a freezing cold river was slightly more fun though. Never have managed to ride that section.

A few years ago after my front wheel went into a deep puddle that nearly had me off I turned to warn my mate who was following. I missed seeing the next puddle again about a foot deep, I ended up hitting the stem nice and hard with the love eggs prior to taking flight. In the pic you can see my mate , a trained medic btw administering first aid 😉 the year later in Scotland I came off and ended up in intensive care in Leeds general infirmary luckily I live in Leeds 😉

I guess I deserve it for that colour combo lol

Our girls have had a few

In a massive pile of horse sh!t 👿

Serious brambles….