How not to impress ladies (or why I hate bolt on front wheels)

Many years ago I once rode my shit mountain bike the whole length of Oxford Street (a mile or so) with the quick release completely undone as I had forgot to check it - towards the end of oxford street I spotted something in a window of a clothes shop I thought I would hop up onto the pavement and take a look at. This was around 4-5 in the morning (working nights on the way home) so no one was around to see my front wheel fall out of the fork dropouts - get caught by the front brake - and me and the bike get tossed forward onto the pavement.

I was ok, juts cuts and scratches, but the fork and the wheel were totally fucked, I walked home.

Ha ha ha ....................

I know its not really funny but I had this vision of a very frightened and perplexed face and My own thoughts were ........... jeez I hpe he didn't do the crushed nuts thing ................ouch ha ha ouch