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had a major oh shit moment when i rode home from post-work pints of Old Rosie on Friday night. dumb move, pulled off essex road because i couldn't cycle any further and fell over in a cul-de-sac. two very nice people came over to check if i was ok, realised i was trollied, and offered to walk me home. thankfully the experience sobered me up enough to get back on the steed and cover the last mile home. lessons learnt - do not cycle when battered / do not attempt slow u-turns in particular, if in this condition - do not drink old rosie.
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My Creamroller's back wheel locked up while I was dashing down Regent Street today, in primary.
It had been making a slightly odd clicking noise for a week or so but I did not expect this to happen.
There was a lorry behind me, buses either side of me, the lights were green and frankly I don't know how I managed to get off the road instead of flinging over the bars and under someone's wheels.
Took the wheel off, no obvious bits of crap, couldn't make the hub go round, looked like a cone issue. Couldn't unscrew it so had to carry the damn thing up to Great Portland Street with dozens of peds not looking where they were going so bashing in to me.
The bike shop's spanner SNAPPED trying to undo it. The cone on one side was completely locked to the axel, possibly overtightened when fitted or water damage/rust.
So £65 poorer and covered in grease I then missed an important meeting with a London Assembly member down at E&C.
Fuuuuuuu. Don't even like the bloody replacement wheel I had to buy.
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had a fair few oh shit moments this summer. some worse than others. my straps snapped as i was pulling a skid causing me to lurch forward as i rotated one-footed along with my pedals.
the next day: (with new straps) i went out for a ride in the country, without telling anyone where i was going and without taking my helmet. i'd been climbing a lot and was getting pretty hot and tired so i obviously welcomed a gradual decline. that was until it got a lot less gradual and i was spinning like a madman with a gear ratio of 46/20. i wasnt too concerned until i noticed that the road ahead was really dark, and then i noticed that it was wet and very muddy. i started trying to slow down but my tyres weren't gripping very well in the mud. then the hill got steeper and the road became pretty pot holed. i was still trying to slow down but when i locked up the back wheel it slid out practically horizontally due to the mud. i'm pretty out of touch with my front brake so i feathered it worried i was going to fly over my bars, and there was a lot of water/mud on my bike so it didn't seem to slow me down. the road just seemed to get steeper, bumpier, slippier and i had to navigate a few turns also. i somehow made it out of that hellish place without breaking my neck, but i almost threw up from the fear and it's the only time i've ever felt like i had no control of my bike. it's up there with the scariest moments i've had cycling and made me seriously reconsider riding fixed even with a front brake. i thanked god that my straps had snapped the previous day.
a few weeks later i was riding in france in a group and someone a wheel length in front of me slammed on his brakes causing me to do the same thing and sending me somersaulting over my bars. turns out he had stopped to pick up someones water bottle just in case it caused an accident, but didn't look behind him first. he apologised profusely though.
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Not that bad but my most recent one was cycling along and watching some local yoofs obviously not paying attention about to step into the road in front of me, most of them notice and stop so I start to accelerate again, one doesn't, one foot in the road, friend grabs his shirt and stops him stepping straight in front of me, his response, obviously to save some face "what the fuck are you doing mate?" I wish I had time to formulate a wittier response than "riding my bike you silly cunt".
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Yeah, I second that. Not bad. I once had a woman do the same thing, almost step in front of me, then - obviously scared/embarrassed - shout: "SLOW DOWN!" at me.
I was in a suit, on a Dutch bike, doing about 15mph. Quite an achievement given the tools, but hardly worthy of a scream, given that the road was a 30mph limit.
People are stupid.
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I had "you could of killed me!" from a from a kid delivering newspapers who stepped out in front of me. I was two streets away by the time I thought of shouting "next time".
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Ran in to a jogger on a cycle path the other day, i wasn't really going that fast at all, probably about the same as a fast jogging speed, but it was a really awkward blind corner and she just came out of nowhere, she fell over, i was expecting to just be very sorry, make sure shes okay, help her up and be on our way.
Anyway, she ended up sitting on the grass, i asked if she was okay, she didn't reply for ages so i just stood there like 'what do i do?' then she started crying, then she screams back along the lines of "no i'm not fucking okay, you need to slow down, shouldn't even be alowed on that thing, your going way to fast, you could of killed me! what if that was my daughter you could of killed her! some one could be dead and then how would you feel, what is your problem?"...and so on, just went mental, acting like i was speeding around trying kill people?? kept asking if she was actually okay, like no broken bones or anything, in-case i needed to call someone or what ever, turns out she was just fine, talk about overreacting!
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ran in to a jogger on a cycle path the other day, i wasn't really going that fast at all, probably about the same as a fast jogging speed, but it was a really awkward blind corner and she just came out of nowhere, she fell over, i was expecting to just be very sorry, make sure shes okay, help her up and be on our way.
Anyway, she ended up sitting on the grass, i asked if she was okay, she didn't reply for ages so i just stood there like 'what do i do?' then she started crying, then she screams back along the lines of "no i'm not fucking okay, you need to slow down, shouldn't even be alowed on that thing, your going way to fast, you could of killed me! What if that was my daughter you could of killed her! Some one could be dead and then how would you feel, what is your problem?"...and so on, just went mental, acting like i was speeding around trying kill people?? Kept asking if she was actually okay, like no broken bones or anything, in-case i needed to call someone or what ever, turns out she was just fine, talk about overreacting!
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Ran in to a jogger on a cycle path the other day, i wasn't really going that fast at all, probably about the same as a fast jogging speed, but it was a really awkward blind corner and she just came out of nowhere, she fell over, i was expecting to just be very sorry, make sure shes okay, help her up and be on our way.
Anyway, she ended up sitting on the grass, i asked if she was okay, she didn't reply for ages so i just stood there like 'what do i do?' then she started crying, then she screams back along the lines of "no i'm not fucking okay, you need to slow down, shouldn't even be alowed on that thing, your going way to fast, you could of killed me! what if that was my daughter you could of killed her! some one could be dead and then how would you feel, what is your problem?"...and so on, just went mental, acting like i was speeding around trying kill people?? kept asking if she was actually okay, like no broken bones or anything, in-case i needed to call someone or what ever, turns out she was just fine, talk about overreacting!
Awkward. But not as awkward as this: I grew up in small villages in Norfolk, sleepy little quiet places. One day when I was about 13 I was cycling to the nearest town when I came across some roadworks. There was a little fenced-off bit for pedestrians and nearby there was a builder on all fours working on the road.
I looked down at my handlebars, back up at the gap, down at the bars, up at the gap. Figured that they would fit. So I wobble towards him, getting nearer and ever-less confident about my estimate as I did. Then, finally, I lump into his arse with the end of my handlebars. He wasn't impressed.
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Had a great 'oh shit' moment this morning, as I was cycling behind a taxi on a clear road the cabbie suddenly brakes for no discernible reason while drifting to the left directly into my path. I hit the brake and lock the back wheel into a skid for good measure but still had to stick out my left hand to stop me going into the rear windscreen as the front of my bike slammed into the cab, in the process my little finger was dislocated as my hand hit the back of the taxi.
As I came to a stop and realized my finger was fucked I look up to see the fucker pulling away without even checking the back of his cab (which had a nice dent from where the headset and bars hit it).....all I could do as I was popping my finger back into place was watch that fucker depart. Sadly amidst the painful haze and adrenaline I failed to note down his licence plate and taxi registration number. Needless to say my finger hurts like a bitch!
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... jogger on a cycle path the other day, i wasn't really going that fast at all ... it was a really awkward blind corner and she just came out of nowhere
A blind corner on a shared use path?Perhaps your were going too fast for that corner.
People don't just come out of nowhere - they're not magic.
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Hardcore!
Heh I wish, I was almost crying as I popped it back in. The only way I managed to not cry was by repeating the word ''bollocks'' and gritting my teeth :D
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Not that bad but my most recent one was cycling along and watching some local yoofs obviously not paying attention about to step into the road in front of me, most of them notice and stop so I start to accelerate again, one doesn't, one foot in the road, friend grabs his shirt and stops him stepping straight in front of me, his response, obviously to save some face "what the fuck are you doing mate?" I wish I had time to formulate a wittier response than "riding my bike you silly cunt".
Had a similar one on the way home last night, traffic was at a standstill and on a certain section pedestrians allways step off the pavement to cross without checking the bike lane. I could see this lady angling across the pavement to cross between the stationary cars, as expected she stepped into the bike lane without looking just in front of me, as I slowly went past behind her I whispered a loud 'Boo' in her ear - unfortunately her loud scream frightened me more!
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Oh really? Uri Geller? Paul Daniels? Clearly your talking bollocks.
He has talking bollocks? That is magic.
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How did she broach the subject on the phone? That's pretty funny.
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