I was riding with my bicycle. One of the elastic straps sticks out a little from my bag, gets caught somewhere, I hear a loud click, then see it spin in the air and finally land on the other side of the road.
I had my pocket get caught on a doorknob and rip my pants almost completely off my legs, leaving me standing in an office full of people in my underwear. I mean them shits just ripped off like a comedy where they’re meant to rip off. One minute normal, next pantless.
Please tell me you were wearing underwear with hearts on them.
The summer I was 11, all the bored neighborhood kids decided to play a game of chicken with our bikes. We raced down a narrow ramp that ended at a huge concrete wall, to see who could speed the farthest without braking.
When it was my turn, I hopped on my hot pink Stingray with the banana seat and pedaled for all I was worth. I accidentally hit the wall at full speed, the rear tire flew up behind me and I was smashed flat against the wall like a bug. When the rear tire came back down and I could breathe again, I looked up to all the horrified faces and grunted “I won”, then got back on my bike and casually pedaled away until nobody could see me crying and bleeding all the way home.
I walked over a cliff then I looked down and fell.
Not really, but it does feel like that if you inadvertently step off something higher than you thought you were.
If you don’t catch yourself on time and end up rolling ankle or worse, you might as well have fallen off a cliff.
As a kid, I was at a snow park, getting towed up a hill in an inner tube. The tube was attached to a cyclical line with spaced out hooks, towing all the tubes to the top of the hill. But mine got unhooked when I was almost at the top and the tube flipped into its side, rolling sideways down the hill. I was still inside, holding into the handles, tumbling end over end but rotating too fast to fall out. The employees looked nervous when I reached the bottom of the hill, no doubt worried that I was injured and my parents would sue. But I just got up and went to the back of the line to go back up to the top.
Holy shit I did the same thing. I took 2 hooks to the face before I figured to duck. Lucky, the hooks were face proof so I basically just got punched in the face. I got to the bottom, dusted my self off, and tried to get back in line before people rushed me to see if I was ok.
I watched a guy riding a bike get doored by a car, flip over the door and land on his feet uninjured.
I was scheduled to work later than usual yesterday. Everyone forgot I was there and left. I got locked in, set off the alarm when trying to leave, and had the call the manager to come let me out.
Speaking of bicycles, as a teenager I was riding my bike through the neighborhood & then started looking at all the pretty clouds up in the sky that day. Then as I lowered my line of sight back to the road I saw the parked car I was riding directly into and slammed right into it. Not sure if anyone witnessed the event but it must have looked cartoonish, or at least something straight out of Jackass.
Luckily got out of that with just a few scrapes and bruises, and a lesson to always watch the road.
This brought back memories of teenage me and my idiot friends doing our own jackass stunts… we mostly jumped through a hedge trying to make it look like we just hurt our balls. We were not very creative.
One thing we did was tried to hurdle all of the hedges along the street. I tried to film it once, but it was dark and trying to ride a bike or a skateboard along the pavement (so there was - in theory - less camera movement) while my friends were doing it wasn’t that easy.
Was riding my bicycle on a fence divided road in the center looking to turn, when a car drove past me and scared me into flinching towards the divider. The handlebar stuck in the divider and came to an immediate rest. My momentum took me over the handlebars and onto my face. Musta looked pretty goofy.
Playing with some friends on our bikes and we started doing stoppies - riding along then hitting the front brake, bringing the back wheel off the floor. We were trying to see who could get the wheel the highest.
I hit the brakes and my feet came off the pedals and landed next to the front wheel. The bike came up, and the seat hit me in the back of the head, knocking me forwards onto my face
I watched as a friend screwing around in her car in a parking lot ran over her own foot.
i hit myself in the head with a car door i opened
I’ve done that. Ended up with a little scar on my forehead for my efforts
I’ve trapped my fingers in a car door because I had my hand on the roof, leaned over to close the door with my other hand and didn’t move the other hand in time.
Lot of bicycle stories! One time I was riding a bike with coaster brakes, and managed to get both shoelaces wrapped at the same time. I was hoping to make it to a parked car or tree or anything really, but just slowly wound down until I toppled.
