Cyclists that make you laugh (but you shouldn't)
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Married to Night Train
- Location
- Salford, UK
I made myself laugh once. Dropping off the back of a group ride in the country, I pulled over to take my jacket off. Putting a foot down on the grass verge, I discovered that it wasn't higher than the road surface as I thought, but lower, with long grass. Result: I kept on leaning until I went right over sideways, and ended upside down in the ditch under the hedge, still 'on' my bike, wheels spinning lazily in the air.
Fortunately, I wasn't at the very back, and someone came along and pulled me out. Once free, I couldn't help giggling over what I must have looked like. I only wish someone had got it on camera.
Fortunately, I wasn't at the very back, and someone came along and pulled me out. Once free, I couldn't help giggling over what I must have looked like. I only wish someone had got it on camera.
Well, to literally turn this idea on its head, I should hope that I've given the laugh to passers-by, on the odd occasion. I often wear a floppy hat instead of a helmet. This hat is not tied down and occasionally blows off in a strong wind. Cue innumerable kind-hearted pedestrians who've picked up and restored the thing to me. Thank you, thank you! 
mickle
innit
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Well, to literally turn this idea on its head, I should hope that I've given the laugh to passers-by, on the odd occasion. I often wear a floppy hat instead of a helmet. This hat is not tied down and occasionally blows off in a strong wind. Cue innumerable kind-hearted pedestrians who've picked up and restored the thing to me. Thank you, thank you!
PM me your address and I'll send you a bit of string.
Domeo
Well-Known Member
- Location
- By the Ching
Yesterday morning on the way into work a youngish guy on BSO was slowing down for a bus stopped at red lights. He was constantly looking around, I thought he was checking me out, but it could've been anything. As he was not taking any notice of the bus he rode into the back of it. I unkindly cracked up 
mickle
innit
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- 53.933606, -1.076131
I had a similar one to OP's years ago.
I joined a road (Mare St in Hackney morning rush hour May 1985) just in time to have a lad on a touring bike
hitch a ride in my slip stream. I was training/racing at the time so was able to motor along rather faster than I do now. He was so close up my harris I could hear him breathing. I remember thinking 'you're too fricking close' and speeding up to lose him a couple of times and he would accelerate and close the gap. I remember too wondering if it had dawned on him that I was riding fixed. This was in the olden days remember before everyone rode fixers. We were really shifting at this point.
And then the gap I was heading for closed in front of me, I slammed on the front brake and wound down the cranks really hard knowing that he was going to plough into me. Of course I didn't start freewheeling so he didn't realise I was slowing. Luckily he pulled over sharpish to avoid running into me. Unluckily there was a transit van in the way.
I sometimes think I should have gone back to check if he was alright.
I joined a road (Mare St in Hackney morning rush hour May 1985) just in time to have a lad on a touring bike
hitch a ride in my slip stream. I was training/racing at the time so was able to motor along rather faster than I do now. He was so close up my harris I could hear him breathing. I remember thinking 'you're too fricking close' and speeding up to lose him a couple of times and he would accelerate and close the gap. I remember too wondering if it had dawned on him that I was riding fixed. This was in the olden days remember before everyone rode fixers. We were really shifting at this point.And then the gap I was heading for closed in front of me, I slammed on the front brake and wound down the cranks really hard knowing that he was going to plough into me. Of course I didn't start freewheeling so he didn't realise I was slowing. Luckily he pulled over sharpish to avoid running into me. Unluckily there was a transit van in the way.
I sometimes think I should have gone back to check if he was alright.
darkstar
New Member
Was once out downhilling with a few friends in Morzine. When riding through town on the way back after a long day riding the trails we used to hitch a lift with a transfer driver (pulled along behind the van) as it was only about 600 metres and the bikes are bloody heavy. We were passing a group of english girls with practically nothing on, my mates distracted and turns around, and doesn't realise the van breaks and smashes straight into the back. He was fine, just ripped for the rest of the week, too bad his helmet cam wasn't out that day.
I specialise in self-amusement.
Rounding the Elephant and Castle roundabout in the outside lane I found myself being squeezed from the left by an open topped sport car with two young men in it. I turned to my left and speculated on their parentage, speculation enhanced by hand gestures. We travelled side by side for some twenty or thirty yards, my peroration gathering force. After which distance I hit the back of a stationary van.
Rounding the Elephant and Castle roundabout in the outside lane I found myself being squeezed from the left by an open topped sport car with two young men in it. I turned to my left and speculated on their parentage, speculation enhanced by hand gestures. We travelled side by side for some twenty or thirty yards, my peroration gathering force. After which distance I hit the back of a stationary van.
Arch
Married to Night Train
- Location
- Salford, UK
I remember hearing (on Radio 4 I think) about someone how had a granny who couldn't bear to throw anything away, and had a tin in the kitchen labelled "Bits of string too short to be useful".
That'll be me when I'm old.
Posted this before........I used to see a middle aged newbie cycling on my daily ride, he was very nearly smacking himself in the chops with his knees, grimacing with the pain and uncomfort of it all. It used to cheer me up no end.
One day, I chatted to him and said "If you don't mind me saying".............and went on to politely advise him on his seat/peddle/leg position, he said.............."WTF has that got to do with you"
One day, I chatted to him and said "If you don't mind me saying".............and went on to politely advise him on his seat/peddle/leg position, he said.............."WTF has that got to do with you"
asterix
Comrade Member
- Location
- Limoges or York
When I went clipless a few years ago. I stopped at the lights in the ASL next to a woman on a utility bike having forgotten the clipless pedals. Of course I started to topple and was faced with option of knocking her over as well or grabbing her handlebars to support us both.
I did the latter and of course the blooming lights changed before I had a chance to explain (I doubt she'd have known what clipless pedals were anyway) so I let go and zoomed off. Often wonder what she made of it..
I did the latter and of course the blooming lights changed before I had a chance to explain (I doubt she'd have known what clipless pedals were anyway) so I let go and zoomed off. Often wonder what she made of it..
Kirstie
Über Member
I was once riding down to the HQ of an MTB race to sign in. MTB races are typically very posey, narcissistic places, but I digress... the bloke who was riding down in front of me pulled up in front of the registration tent, and chose to do a little endo as he stopped, so he looked all 'ard and 'core. What he hadn't noticed was that he'd chosen to endo in a small hollow in the ground, so as he leant over his front wheel, which was now at a lower level than his back wheel, he went straight over the bars in front of lots of people. And all because he was trying to be a poser. How I laughed...
fossyant
Ride It Like You Stole It!
- Location
- South Manchester
Many incident's on club runs. Funniest was out near Matlock - we'd cut through from the Ashbourne Road via Manifold Valley. Just before Matlock at the end of Manifold Valley is a ford. Choice - ride through (knowing these things are usually slippy and cobbled) or chicken out and walk over the bridge.
3 riders decided to go for it, got half way and came to an abrupt halt. Got soaked. The rest of us fell about laughing, and so did another 20 or so picknickers. One of the lads really took the mickey taking too far, and ended up having the full sticky contents of a bottle dumped on his head whilst we were riding into Matlock.
Not quite on track, but, We'd ridden out to a 10 TT to support a few mates (30 miles from home). One of the lads was a bit of a tool, so whilst he was in the HQ, one of the guys whipped off the lads crank and switched it to 90 degrees (instead of 180) - oh how we laughed !!! Put it back later like !
3 riders decided to go for it, got half way and came to an abrupt halt. Got soaked. The rest of us fell about laughing, and so did another 20 or so picknickers. One of the lads really took the mickey taking too far, and ended up having the full sticky contents of a bottle dumped on his head whilst we were riding into Matlock.
Not quite on track, but, We'd ridden out to a 10 TT to support a few mates (30 miles from home). One of the lads was a bit of a tool, so whilst he was in the HQ, one of the guys whipped off the lads crank and switched it to 90 degrees (instead of 180) - oh how we laughed !!! Put it back later like !
