So who's actually taken a tumble in London then?

the poll needs a "wrecked without hitting anything/anyone" option. the rain and the metal at spitalfields market took me out at speed. my own fault mind. :P

the poll needs a "wrecked without hitting anything/anyone" option. the rain and the metal at spitalfields market took me out at speed. my own fault mind. :P

yep me too. that part is evil wet.

Never ever turn your front wheel while going over a drain/manhole/anykinda metal cover. I learned that lesson very very early on in my cycling career and it was one I never needed to be given again

...My first experience of morphine, didn't care for it.

I was given morphine after the second finger operation - gave me nightmares.

Last Tuesday in Bermondsey - car does emergency stop. I go over handlebars just avoiding him and then skid on my head (thank christ I was wearing a helmet). Bars bent, new front and back wheel needed.

Other occasions: Wet grid action; diesel spill; pedal cleat issues; slippy ramp as work resulting in broken finger

the poll also needs cycling happly then was hit by car,ped general asshole etc.

broke some old guys leg couple weeks ago.he just walked out of nowhere.learnt to apply full body weight and let the obstacle take the full brunt.and for me i cracked some ribs.

afraid I have to select all four options and I have only been on fixed for 3weeks. Smashed into a van door which swung open, though van parked half-on half-off pavement, tore two fingers to pieces. Still a few days later back on the bike but hit pedestrian who was running for a bus on Mare Street. WORST is the bloody speed ramps. This I tarted over clipping the pedal, and bang off as well as my shoulder which is now pinned after a 4 month waiting list. The thing still hurts like ell for I dont really have a collar bone on one side but a chunk of metal. The scar is being treated with bio oil, my hair also fell out after the accident, but whilst in hospital I manged to arrange my bike to be ready for me to go home in. So all is well. I am hussy if you see me riding free wheel please do not scorn, somedays I am just too afriad. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Never ever turn your front wheel while going over a drain/manhole/anykinda metal cover. I learned that lesson very very early on in my cycling career and it was one I never needed to be given again

Toronto (and other cities) has the lovely feature of street car tracks. Dangerous in any condition, deadly in the rain/snow (covered with snow!). Every time going over you really have no way of knowing how it's going to end. Of course, 99% of the time nothing happens, but all your muscles (involuntarily?) stiffen when going over in anticipation of what could be.

I think I saw some old street car tracks in London recently?

Gothenburg is the place for tram fun. You have tram tracks everywhere, all intersecting, and cobbled streets. The place is crazy, yet people still cycle all year round. I could barely walk in the snow and ice, let alone cycle.

Gothenburg is the place for tram fun. You have tram tracks everywhere, all intersecting, and cobbled streets. The place is crazy, yet people still cycle all year round. I could barely walk in the snow and ice, let alone cycle.

I was in Strasbourg a couple of years ago and they have pretty new street cars which are almost completely silent + there are almost no side walks. I'm pretty sure I would end up dead in that city after one heavy night out drinking.

Never had any serious crashes, but I once clipped the pavement on the side of nike town which sent me sliding along the pavement and ruining my brand new drop bars (which have been stolen anyway). I also got knocked by some rudeboy in a subaru too, I was more concerned about get chased for hitting the car!! I was lucky enough to hold my balance, could have been nasty.

Melbourne has its fair share of tram tracks.. they are lovely.. in a "ooh i like the colour of my own blood" kinda way..

3 x car (One T-Bone, one I went straight into the back of, one rear ender whilst cycling like a moron)
1 x OTB on roundabout (cut up by a merc)
1 x duck (Quack Quack)

1 x into back of a minicab whilst cycling head's down rather than head's up
1 x goose (honk honk) in hyde part

I took a big tumble in Richmond Park about 10 years ago... Was flying down a dirt track on a big hill by Ham gate. Looked behind me to see where my mate was, turned round again to see a tree stump flying towards my front wheel. Hit afore mentioned tree stump, fly through the air, land on head and then flip onto my back.

Come too a few seconds later to see my mate standing over me and laughing. Laughter stops when he sees the large gash on my forehead and a lot of blood.

I was ok - slightly concussed and winded. Still managed to cycle the 5 miles home. At which point my Mum sees my head - panics and drives me straight to hospital.

My friend in Cambridge had a pretty nasty one - he had a litre of gin and a bottle of tonic in a carrier bag over his handle bars (sh1tty MTB). He doesn't realise, but the bag is riding on the front wheel. The inevitable happened, and the gin crashed to the floor, going everywhere...

:) srsly, though, nothing major. A couple of near-misses, but so far so good (lucky).

Very first time I rode fixed, about ten seconds in I tried to skid stop. Straightened leg but didn't lean forwards, pedals kept going and just lifted me up, off and down ;(

All the above.

Over a car in Wood Green, broken rib in Hampstead, pedestrians in central London, mugged in Camden.

Some guy pushed his pram-bound tot out right in front of me on Regent St. Not wanting to be a baby-killer, I deliberately fell over kinda to my side and backwards. Plain clothes copper came over and gave me some antiseptic wipes to clean myself up with and made sure I was alright, even asked me if I wanted to do anything legal about it. I said no, realised when I got home that I'd cracked a rib.

Second time, a taxi driver pulled out right in front of me on Farringdon Rd. My front wheel hit his wing, and my shoulder went into the side of the windscreen arch. Separated my shoulder, but only realised after the adrenaline had worn off and he was long gone. Spent a lonely quarter hour sitting in the rain, nursing my shoulder and feeling sorry for myself and then trudged an hour home using my jacket as a sling. Feeling rather less than charitable to my fellow man, I told the able-bodied tramp who stands on the corner of Old St and Shoreditch High St leaning on crutches and pretending to be lame to fuck right off when he started pestering me for his 'kebab fund'. He looked genuinely shocked. Muppet. (He dosses down near where I live, I regularly see him wandering around happily with the crutches slung over a shoulder)

Had a bunch of smashes, but one near miss that was pretty notable the other day:

Going slowly through traffic I decide to weave from the outside to the inside of the lane via the front of a car and the back of an AA van. Only at the last second did I notice upon turning into the gap that they were connected by a big metal rod.

Glad I was going slowly...

Never ever turn your front wheel while going over a drain/manhole/anykinda metal cover. I learned that lesson very very early on in my cycling career and it was one I never needed to be given again

same here. 3 years ago I broke my shoulder when i slipped in the rain on a double metal cover strategically positioned in a curve. I was stressed, in a rush and not fully focussed on that day.

Not (yet) in London, but have recently been feeling pain from a tumble I took 15 years ago.

Was speeding down a hilly road in Middlesmoor, Nth Yorkshire following a mate when I hit gravel on a corner. For some reason my initial thought was about my new rear tire and not wanting to skid on it. Then my bar end hooked around one of those in-the-country-black-and-white-reflector things and I'm cartwheeling down the hill clipped in.

My shoulder is still stiff and I had a chunk missing from my elbow but no rip in my top. That one still confuses me.

1 x into back of a minicab whilst cycling head's down rather than head's up
1 x goose (honk honk) in hyde part

Want to start a central London Wildfowling Club?

We could wear tweed breeks and deerstalkers.

Dynamite Fishing For Ducks.