Cycling Forum: [Sink] Dumbest thing we have done on a bike?

Well there was this one time when I was a kid, I think around 13 or 14.

I was riding my bike in this littke commutitey and turned to check out

a girl walking down the street, and when I  turned back around I got hit by one of them mail boxes that hang over the street. It knoked me clear off the bike and I hit my head on the street. It's funny now as I think back on it. But I did not think so at the time! lol

there's my stuip bike story.

I could write a book about my epic crashes, but I'll just share one very foolish thing that I did, which didn't end badly. But it had potential.

When I was about 10, we made jumps in our cul-de-sac for our BMX bikes. At some point, I had the brilliant idea of putting a wooden jump in the middle of my steep driveway, so I could land in the garage. (Yeah, I have no clue where this logic came from either) Well, I pedaled down the neighbor's driveway, raced across the street, and launched myself off that ramp and up my driveway. My head missed the garage door by no more than an inch.

Try not to think how it would have felt to have your face contact a house at 20MPH.   

I can't think of anything really dumb, but every time I try to get away with riding without a tube or a pump, the glass and nails come at me like you wouldn't believe ;-)

Steve 

A couple of years ago I was mtb'ing at Tyler State park.  There is a hill on the D loop that makes a series of switchbacks before it gains the ridge.  There were 3 gorgeous girls on bikes at the bottom looking up at the switchbacks.  We chatted for a second, and I went ahead.  All was good, I looked amazing, handling the roots and turns with skill.  At the top I decided to not unclip, but just lean against a small pine tree and allow the girls one last look at my magnificent self before I took off.

 The tree broke off at the roots.  I rolled most of the way down the slope with my bike, and landed on my ass at the feet of said hotties, bloody and feeling stupid.

 The girls helped me get up, and then they took off, clearing the switchback, and not stopping at the top, and I never saw them again.

 I still think they were impressed with me.

I don't know whether this is the dumbest or most dangerous thing i've ever done on a bike ...

When I was 14 I rode my bike over to my friends house to help him pack up his basement room since he was moving in a couple weeks.  In the process, we found a bottle of wine which we proceeded to consume. later, Mom called to tell me to come home for dinner and needless to say we hopped back on our bikes and headed for my house.  Between the two residences, there was a short, steep, and freshly tarred and chipped hill. Somewhere mid-decent, I decided to blow off the stop sign at the bottom of the hill and carry the momentum across the road and up the next little grade. Only the quick flash of sun off the windshield tipped me off to the presence of a car.  In what seemed to take an eternity, I crashed into the rear passenger window, rolled across the hatchback and skidded on my back in that fresh tar and chip.  The good news is that I did have a helmet, the bad news is that it was still secured to my seat post and in the process of crashing was smashed into several pieces.  Some how I was able to hide the fact that I had been drinking from the police and my mom and dad, but years later my dad revealed he knew what I had been doing and thats why he made me mow the grass the following day.  Hot sweat and road rash aren't a good combination anytime... add in the hangover and it was a recipe to cure my driking habits until my 19th birthday, but that was another stupid story.

When i was a kid I was riding my BMX coasting on a downhill on my street and noticed some mud on my front fork. I started kicking at it to dislodge it and on one of my kicks my shoe slipped to the inside and jammed between my fork and the spokes.

I was catapulted violently over the handlebars and broke the bike's fall with my body. Worst thing about it was that most of the other kids on the street were in a neighbor's yard and saw the whole thing.

A few weeks later I was riding through some high weeds behind my house and hit a concrete block and went over the handlebars again. It didn't hurt as bad that time.

Around the same time I used to ride up and down the road past the house of a girl in my class. I rode ceaslessly, back and forth, turning around just past her house, sometimes (if I was brave) in her driveway. I did this for a couple years but she never noticed me. I couldn't figure out why.

Those were my Duckie Dale years for sure.