"Oh Shit" moments...

Spat blood and luckily the bike is alright.

Welcome to Izz town Islington. Where the patch roads and those patches come out every now and then.

Watch out on rainy days. They conceal those holes like a mother f@&:;er

Going for the unnecessary multi-post record, are we?

Love the forum what can I say. Another one

Went to hot into a corner to find a sofa stuck in the middle of the lane. Hit it head on flipped and landed comfortably on the sofa.

scared the shit out of me but was quite funny on reflection

@Aches and Pains
Hard enough to avoid hitting a ped who started crossing, but not hard enough for me to over the bars. (Thank fuq)

Heal up soon Fixedstar.

Went to hot into a corner to find a sofa stuck in the middle of the lane. Hit it head on flipped and landed comfortably on the sofa.

scared the shit out of me but was quite funny on reflection

Draw your own collisions >>>>>>>>>>

Please.

Healed enough to ride again. Have to break bones to stop me. Lol. Rode with a busted face on the 25th. Fixie forever

Haha, nice! Xmas is overrated anyways. How wet did you get on that ride? Ride safe broski.

Draw your own collisions >>>>>>>>>>

Please.

still strapped to my pedal.
basically the lorry meant i couldnt see around the corner and jsut overcooked it

Was overtaking a car that was turning left. As soon as it turned it revealed a massive pothole and in went my front wheel. Bang went my tyre and smack went my face into the road. Chipped my front tooth busted my lips and scratched my nose about 2 weeks ago.

Helmet saved nothing. Oh I was in the drops spinning. Oh Sh@t

There should be an office at the council who deal with injuries and damage due to road issues.

Got wet but it was sick riding through an almost deserted city

^^^street furniture lol

@Fixedstar That's worth the wetness imo.

Out yesterday in Cheshire and took a moment on a nice quiet stretch of road to read through the next couple of instructions on the routesheet and drifted into a long deep seam running down the middle of the road.
Automatically tried to turn out of it but it wasn't having any. Lots of wobbling, shaking and swearing until I was able to run it out. Don't believe in luck but pretty certain that was why I didn't die.

^ Sounds pretty exciting.

I had a nice 50km ride to the north of Nairobi this afternoon, in a partially cloudy 24°C. Got a bit hot, opened my jersey up. Wasn't missing the UK one bit until the final kilometer when the front wheel went unexpectedly deep into a big gravelly dip in the road, while doing only about 8mph, which caused the bike to nose-dive forwards to an almost complete stop. The emergency jumping maneuver that followed narrowly saved me driving my head face first into gravel.

It's all down to the unique way that the Kenyans fix roads by just filling massive potholes with gravel and hoping for the best. There's no Kiswahili word for "to maintain", only the word for "to fix", which is telling.

Joss, that is one of my favourites.

Joss, that is one of my favourites.

Scared the shit out of me at first.
Just glad it wasnt a car..

Going west from Gt Marlborough St into Mayfair, am stopped at the lights by Liberty (as usual - they are always bloody red). As the lights are about to change, I take prime position in the outside lane, moving from kerbside to the middle of the lane.

As I'm half way across Regent St, a black cab undercuts me at speed, managing to nip into Maddox St just ahead of me, without forcing me to do something daft. I got a real fright.

So I catch him up at the junction with Bond St, pull up to his window and say "are you trying to be funny?" He's a real gor-blimey strike-a-light character with a fag hanging out of his mouth. His response: "Bloody hell, sorry about that mate, I thought you were moving to turn right, then when you went straight ahead I thought 'fuck me'... I'm a cyclist myself, Santa Cruz innit... I wasn't trying to kill you!"

So apology accepted, and it proved to me that having words with drivers is totally worth it: if I hadn't spoken to him, I'd have been going around for the rest of the day thinking about "that wanker in the black cab".

^ bloody red?

Ploughing down a damp Daws Hill between Chingford and Sewardstone at the weekend. It's just been re-surfaced (thank god - it was crappy before) and I was following a couple of cars at about 35 - 40mph thinking that the pace was good and that I might bag a little Strava pb... A car was coming the other way and the cars in front of me pulled tight to the left and came to a halt to let him past. The gap between them and me shrunk very very rapidly indeed and such was their road position that there was no room at all to bail past them on the left. In the fraction of a second that followed I managed to run all the various escape routes, assess the greasy road surface, curse my vintage brakes, curse my stupidity and assess the potential cost of the damage caused to a mid-range Mondeo by my pretty chrome forks, knees and teeth.

The bike bucked and wriggled beneath me as I weighed up whether to let my front wheel do what it wanted to and lock up or to hit the car in front, I could hear my mudguards scraping rhythmically against my rims as my wheels bowed under the stress. Somehow I came to an awkward stop just in time - I think the cars in front must have edged on a tad while I was decelerating.

Proper shat me up it did! Might back off a bit more in future.

Have you tightened your spokes now?

The lady he seemed insistant on undertaking a left turning lorry at a set of traffic lights. WTF were you thinking you crazy bi^tch!? And don't look at me like I am the crazy one when I tell you that it was not the safest move to make in the morning ride into work

^ Sounds pretty exciting.

I had a nice 50km ride to the north of Nairobi this afternoon, in a partially cloudy 24°C. Got a bit hot, opened my jersey up. Wasn't missing the UK one bit until the final kilometer when the front wheel went unexpectedly deep into a big gravelly dip in the road, while doing only about 8mph, which caused the bike to nose-dive forwards to an almost complete stop. The emergency jumping maneuver that followed narrowly saved me driving my head face first into gravel.

It's all down to the unique way that the Kenyans fix roads by just filling massive potholes with gravel and hoping for the best. There's no Kiswahili word for "to maintain", only the word for "to fix", which is telling.

What's it like riding in Nairobi?

I have a friend over there and was thinking of going with my bike some time, but was advised I'd likely get run over in the city by don't give a fuck traffic or chased and eaten by cheetahs should I dare venture into the country.

White van make overtaking me, cutting in front of me to go left.
Manfriend nearly gets sideswiped by car turning left in front of him.
[checking mirrors/blindspots/indicating all very difficult]
I had to veer fast not to get hit by car that doesn't give me right of way at T-junction. I saw it coming as the ejit kept pushing out.
Survical recipe: Assume everybody else is legally blind and a moron, cycle defensively but take the road if you have to. They can wait.
And cycle with lights, hi-vis vest and a brake on your fixie cos it's nice for others if they can see you/you don't cycle into them.
Failing that, donate bikes to lfgss in will ;)