My worse crash on my bicycle was also my funniest. DH and I both have fixed gear bikes. For those not familiar, they are geared to one gear and once you start pedaling, you don't stop as the gear stays in motion, pushing the pedals around for you. It's a great bike to ride long distances as it helps you up hills but if you forget to pedal, the end result is a brutal toss over the handlebars, which is what happened to me one day when I hit an offset in the road and lost my cadence. I did a face plant and broke a third of my front tooth off.
Worse crash on a motorcycle was in our timber on my Honda TTR125. I was cruising along and made a right turn too sharp. Managed to catch my handlebar on a sapling and I wound up on the ground with the bike on top of me. My head was pointing downhill and for the life of me I couldn't get that bike to move so I could get up. When DH found me (he was on his dirtbike also) I was still laying there laughing my head off. My line was "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up!" I think I had just turned 60 at the time. DH rescued me and asked me if he needed to get me one of those fall alert buttons to wear around my neck. We still laugh about it.
My pleasure, @MrsMistyReal. You are very welcome.
@perchie.girl, your dad must have had a real angel on his shoulder that day to survive that crash. DH had one bad crash that lodged him in the hospital for 10 days. It wasn't while racing but while riding home from his office one night before we met and the front end of his sport bike developing a terminal front end wobble that put him on the pavement. He was wearing a helmet but just his office attire. He still bears the scars from the full thickness road burns he suffered. But that helmet saved his life.
Either cycling or motorcycling, we never left home without our brain buckets. When I bought my motorcycle helmet, the clerk handed it to me and said, this is the helmet you want to wear when you crash. The paramedics love them.
Really makes you stop and think when they tell you that.
Worse crash on a motorcycle was in our timber on my Honda TTR125. I was cruising along and made a right turn too sharp. Managed to catch my handlebar on a sapling and I wound up on the ground with the bike on top of me. My head was pointing downhill and for the life of me I couldn't get that bike to move so I could get up. When DH found me (he was on his dirtbike also) I was still laying there laughing my head off. My line was "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up!" I think I had just turned 60 at the time. DH rescued me and asked me if he needed to get me one of those fall alert buttons to wear around my neck. We still laugh about it.
My pleasure, @MrsMistyReal. You are very welcome.
@perchie.girl, your dad must have had a real angel on his shoulder that day to survive that crash. DH had one bad crash that lodged him in the hospital for 10 days. It wasn't while racing but while riding home from his office one night before we met and the front end of his sport bike developing a terminal front end wobble that put him on the pavement. He was wearing a helmet but just his office attire. He still bears the scars from the full thickness road burns he suffered. But that helmet saved his life.
Either cycling or motorcycling, we never left home without our brain buckets. When I bought my motorcycle helmet, the clerk handed it to me and said, this is the helmet you want to wear when you crash. The paramedics love them.
Really makes you stop and think when they tell you that.
Hi, Nancy! I'm always here reading but don't always post.
