Craziest /daftest / funniest / dangerous thing thats happened to you while out on your bike?

[vernon]

One of my oddest was a couple of weeks ago on the 'alternative route' commute home through Belle Isle in Leeds ( hint - go through here FAST).
Lady passenger hanging out of a car, lifted her top up and went "woo, woo" .

Which street was that? I need to know to make sure that I don't go there and get exposed to that sort of behaviour.

 

[vernon]

I kissed the roof of a car with my entire face.

You are Mick Jagger AICMFP!

 

[john59]

Funniest/dangerous.
I was out mountain biking, a few years ago, with a colleague doing the ‘Karrimor Trail’ at Coed Y Brenin. I came around a bend and washed out; I landed on my left side and put three holes in my lower left arm.
So it was back to the car park, and then the hospital. The funniest thing was the look on people’s faces. You could see them thinking I hope that doesn’t happen to me!

John

 

[threebikesmcginty]

[QUOTE 2418612, member: 259"]I've met a wild boar in the forest near where I live on the mountain bike. My word, they are a lot bigger than you think.[/quote]

You didn't take it home then, Obelix stylee?

 

[hoopdriver]

When I was riding around Australia and dropping down into the Gulf country, from the Atherton Tablelands in far north Queensland, I found myself riding along a long empty stretch of highway leading into the savannah. Three emus were on the road. Rather than bolt into the bush, they turned and ran down the highway in front of me. There we were, three emus and I - they were scarcely arm's length away - going along like this for well over a mile. It was bizarre.

Even weirder, that same trip, as I was crossing the Kimberly some thousands of miles layer, was my close encounters with a helicopter. Long story, too long for me to feel like rewriting it now, or to post for that matter, but you can read about it here:
http://my-bicycle-and-i.co.uk/2011/on-assignment/

 

[vernon]

You didn't take it home then, Obelix stylee?

Wow! Portable pie filling!

 

[Lpoolck]

When I was riding around Australia and dropping down into the Gulf country, from the Atherton Tablelands in far north Queensland, I found myself riding along a long empty stretch of highway leading into the savannah. Three emus were on the road. Rather than bolt into the bush, they turned and ran down the highway in front of me. There we were, three emus and I - they were scarcely arm's length away - going along like this for well over a mile. It was bizarre.

Same thing happened with me but instead it was a flock of pheasants. Took them a while to realise if they ran to the side of the road they were free.

Going about 20mph and a stone the size of a malteaser flicked straight up from my front tyre straight into my gob. Luckily I caught it in my mouth and spat it straight out. Could have been so much worse.

 

[Dayvo]

Cycling through Belgium and was shot at by a hunter who was shooting at two deer grazing between us and him: the deer escaped by jumping over the hedge with one of them landing RIGHT in front of me and my mate, forcing us to brake very hard to miss it.

In south west France we were cycling under and through a starling cloud numbering over (very probably) a million+ starlings: very weird indeed.

Being attacked by magpies in Australia.

The unforgettable smell of rotting roadkill in Australia - (mostly) dead kangaroos every few miles (saw hundreds of dead ones between Sydney and Melbourne).

Flying downhill fully-loaded at nearly 80 kmh being overtaken by those massive roadtrains - brown bib shorts job.

Cycling in South Australia with the temperature (in the shade) at 43c.

 

[matthat]

I once met a STAG on the A39 from bridgewater to minehead at about 3am in the morning!! I almost pooped myself!!

Just seen thread title and missed the bike bit!! Doh I'll hold hand up and say I was in the car but still nearly pooped myself!!

 

[postman]

One of my oddest was a couple of weeks ago on the 'alternative route' commute home through Belle Isle in Leeds ( hint - go through here FAST).
Lady passenger hanging out of a car, lifted her top up and went "woo, woo" .

Belle Isle for those who do not know.One of the classiest areas of Leeds.Was she wearing a seatbelt.

 

[Richard A Thackeray]

Last Summer, I was riding through Half-Moon (which is an oxbow lake created by the railway embankment between Wakefield Kirkgate station & Normanton) on my Trek MTB.
As I got to the old Boat-House (basically a stone 'tunnel'), there was a naked woman, & a guy taking photos of her
Presumably she was semi-profession, as she didn't turn a hair, as I rode past, even when I said "Good afternoon" (to demonstrate it was nothing out of the ordinary to me, to see naked women in woods)
The photographer was shaken to see someone else down there - which is odd, as it's a popular fishing venue

One of my oddest was a couple of weeks ago on the 'alternative route' commute home through Belle Isle in Leeds ( hint - go through here FAST).
Lady passenger hanging out of a car, lifted her top up and went "woo, woo" .

I used to go down Belle Isle Road sometimes when we lived in Stanley, & I worked near Tetleys, as it avoided the nightmare that can be Stourton roundabout (now jct 7/M621)
- coming back over the roundabout @ 18:00, & up Bell Hill, on a weekdays is another story entirely

Sadly, I never had anything like that happen to me in Belle Isle
But then again, I guess it depended on the age/build of said lady (ie; an obese 70 year old might not be the best sight....)

 

[Arch]

The thing I wish I'd been able to watch, but only saw it from the perspective of doing it myself was when I pulled over to the verge one time to take my coat off. As the verge was higher than the tarmac surface, I just pulled up and put a foot out, staying in the saddle.

Except the verge was actually, lower than the road, with long grass. My foot went down, and down, and down, and when it hit bottom, I turned right over onto my back, and slithered down into the ditch under the hedge, where I lay, upside down, feet 'on' pedals, still sitting on 'on' the saddle, wheels spinning in the air.

Fortunately, it was a group ride, and a couple of people were behind me, and helped me out, as I was fairly wedged! I must have looked hilarious from behind as it happened.