Share your 'best' near death experience story

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Bollo

Failed Tech Bro
Location
Winch
It must have been something you said.
 

Drago

Legendary Member
My nearest death experience.

I'd been to see Iron Maiden in Nottingham. I'd had a bit to drink, and was feeling quite peckish. Couldn't find a kebab ship anywhere, but eventually stumbled across a chippy off the edge of the market square.

I stagger inside and eventually the alcoholic fog clears enough that I sense something is amiss. I look up to discover that I, the large skinhead gentleman wearing a Fred Perry, had wandered in to a West Indian foodie place, and a dozen or so burly looking rastas were giving me some very unpleasant looks.

I managed to escape alive, somehow, but after that my appetite had vanished.

Not really cycling related in any way, but that's probably the closest I've ever come to being stabbed and chucked in a skip.
 
My nearest death experience.

I'd been to see Iron Maiden
...and nearly died from the hurrendous music?
 

Supersuperleeds

Legendary Member
Location
Leicester
My nearest death experience.

I'd been to see Iron Maiden in Nottingham. I'd had a bit to drink, and was feeling quite peckish. Couldn't find a kebab ship anywhere, but eventually stumbled across a chippy off the edge of the market square.

I stagger inside and eventually the alcoholic fog clears enough that I sense something is amiss. I look up to discover that I, the large skinhead gentleman wearing a Fred Perry, had wandered in to a West Indian foodie place, and a dozen or so burly looking rastas were giving me some very unpleasant looks.

I managed to escape alive, somehow, but after that my appetite had vanished.

Not really cycling related in any way, but that's probably the closest I've ever come to being stabbed and chucked in a skip.


They are all on the Trent, being the worse for wear it is a good job you didn't find the river.
 

Tin Pot

Guru
I left a New Year's Eve party quite angry a few years back. I slammed the front door, one of those old Victorian type ones, turned and thumped my hand against it as hard as I could. It turned out that plate glass isn't that hard, and not only had I slashed up my arm putting it through I had impaled the underside as well :smile:

Withdrawing my arm slowly, and some what in shock, I watched jets of blood literally leap from my arm in fountain-like fashion and splattered on the ground. I figured that meant "artery".

As I lay on the street outside I heard several phrases you never really want to hear... "They can't send an ambulance, they're all busy!!", or "Don't close your eyes! Don't go to sleep!" For example.

As it happened someone eventually managed to flag down an ambulance that happened to be going down a nearby street, and I didn't die.

I don't know why you'd want to hear that story, but you did ask :smile:
 
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