Ouch!! It's A Crash Thread.

[lunarlucy]

Tell us about your cycling injuries.

We are all interested as we like to think we're tough and we're proud of our battle scars, man.

[Jelly]

Ah I am great at falling off my bike but yet to wear any real badges of honour!

[penguin]

I broke my arm when I fell off my BMX. It was stationary at the time.

[Bluepegasus]

I haven't got an injury from falling off myself, but I do have a pedal shaped scar on the back of my leg from where my daughter lost control of her bike and ran into me whilst I was running alongside!

[wightvixen]

I didn't learn to cycle at all until I was 32, and have never really mastered the skill.

Out cycling with my family a few years ago, we were cycling along a fairly narrow and none-too-smooth footpath when I hit a root and literally went flying. I landed in a big patch of nettles and brambles, much to the mirth of the kids and OH I picked myself up, and womanfully carried on, covered in stings and scratches. Then to add insult to injury it started to pour with rain!

[mclovin]

I was on a cycling holiday in the Netherlands with the family and a few days in and I was getting the confidence I'd had as a young lad on the bike. It was a hot day so the us and the people we were touring with (a group of Northern English families and a couple of German families - who would later piss us all off by beating us all in a quiz, in English, which involved a great deal of English history) stopped a a pub for a cooling drink mid ride. I may, and I say may, have over indulged in the local beer which in my defense came in rather large glasses. Though as my wife pointed out regardless I should not have had quite so many of them. Any way we set off for the second half of the days riding and I was following up at the rear when I shouted to my daughter, loud enough for everyone to look round, "Hey watch this!" before commencing the most amazing display of cycling skilz.

The resulting crash saw me catapulted over the handlebars, somehow maintaining my grip of the bike and flipping over in a mess of man and bike. As expected my demise was met with concern and sympathy. My wife muttered "idiot", my daughter carried on riding pretending we were not related and everyone else just waited looking away, shoulders shaking in what I assume was suppressed crying. I got up threw my hand up with a "TA DA!" and with blood dripping from the various cuts and scrapes stood in that x-shape made famous by acrobats. As everyone then started to ride off I had to pick the bike up and follow on in no small amount of pain. I was the only adult to crash that week which suggests none of the others were really committing to the riding.

[carlos]

Eeeeeeeee when I were a lad, I was out on my first 'mountain' bike. Some heavy assed thing, it had all the mod-cons available at the time. Gears. Tyres. The lot. None of these poncey fat tyres, disc brakes, suspension and whatnot.

I rode from the folks' to the local woods and spent most of the day riding. On my way back, I rode down a hill and rounded a corner. I didn't see the stones that had been swept there by a recent rain-storm, hit them and they did their whole marble effect. No amount of braking and steering helped as I straightened the corner and used a dry stone wall as brakes. I hit the wall in a bruised heap and was thankful for no broken bones. Then, in my near-death experience induced euphoria, I fell off the wall and into a nettle patch.



Most of my rides involve bloodshed of some sort.

[Jelly]

Oct 22, 2012 8:42:00 GMT mclovin said:

I was on a cycling holiday in the Netherlands with the family and a few days in and I was getting the confidence I'd had as a young lad on the bike. It was a hot day so the us and the people we were touring with (a group of Northern English families and a couple of German families - who would later piss us all off by beating us all in a quiz, in English, which involved a great deal of English history) stopped a a pub for a cooling drink mid ride. I may, and I say may, have over indulged in the local beer which in my defense came in rather large glasses. Though as my wife pointed out regardless I should not have had quite so many of them. Any way we set off for the second half of the days riding and I was following up at the rear when I shouted to my daughter, loud enough for everyone to look round, "Hey watch this!" before commencing the most amazing display of cycling skilz.

The resulting crash saw me catapulted over the handlebars, somehow maintaining my grip of the bike and flipping over in a mess of man and bike. As expected my demise was met with concern and sympathy. My wife muttered "idiot", my daughter carried on riding pretending we were not related and everyone else just waited looking away, shoulders shaking in what I assume was suppressed crying. I got up threw my hand up with a "TA DA!" and with blood dripping from the various cuts and scrapes stood in that x-shape made famous by acrobats. As everyone then started to ride off I had to pick the bike up and follow on in no small amount of pain. I was the only adult to crash that week which suggests none of the others were really committing to the riding.

I may have wee'd a little bit during that post! ;D

[Jelly]

Oct 22, 2012 12:43:28 GMT carlos said:

Eeeeeeeee when I were a lad, I was out on my first 'mountain' bike. Some heavy assed thing, it had all the mod-cons available at the time. Gears. Tyres. The lot. None of these poncey fat tyres, disc brakes, suspension and whatnot.

I rode from the folks' to the local woods and spent most of the day riding. On my way back, I rode down a hill and rounded a corner. I didn't see the stones that had been swept there by a recent rain-storm, hit them and they did their whole marble effect. No amount of braking and steering helped as I straightened the corner and used a dry stone wall as brakes. I hit the wall in a bruised heap and was thankful for no broken bones. Then, in my near-death experience induced euphoria, I fell off the wall and into a nettle patch.



Most of my rides involve bloodshed of some sort.

ooooouch!