Where did you wish you were not?

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Brandane

The Costa Clyde rain magnet.
Walking down a dusty road in the Chiapas mountains, Mexico, with fist size rocks fizzing past my head. The locals could have been more friendly.
Look on the bright side. The locals could have been a better aim!
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
With a colleague facing down 80+ angry inhabitants from the local council estate who were wanting to attack some asian youths attending an Eid celebration at my school in retaliation for one of the asian lads picking up the BMX bike of a kid from the estate and throwing it across the playground in response to some vile racist taunts from him. When one of the asian lads shouted over my shoulder "and I've shagged your mother" at them I thought that the end of the world was nigh. A third colleague locked himself in an office and rang for the police who turned up in force - four squad cars and six vans. Shame it was twenty minutes after the crowd had dispersed without any blows being exchanged.

I brought the celebration to a premature end, sent the celebrants home and retired to the local and toasted our survival with my co-defendant. We never saw the third colleague after his strategic retreat until the following day.
 

Accy cyclist

Legendary Member
Cycling wise nothing springs to mind apart from the usual wet and cold,thirty miles from home. Non cycling related... giving evidence in a murder trial. I had to wait 5 hours before my appearance,i've had major surgery but i was calmer before that!:ohmy:
 
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TVC

Guest
Sat on my dad's hospital bed whilst the doctor explained to my mother that he had an inoperable brain tumor and that someone from the palliative care unit would be in touch.
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
Under a fast flowing river weir... having capsized a canoe... stuck in a torrent that went round and round... unable to breathe or swim out and thinking "This is the end." ... popping up and regaining consciousness twenty or thirty feet down stream really was a relief, as much for me as it was my friends.

I had a nearly identical experience only I dispensed with the services of a canoe and went over a weir, Broken Scar Dam in Darlington, without anything other than my trunks.
 

Mad Doug Biker

Banned from every bar in the Galaxy
Location
Craggy Island
Lying in a hospital bed for about 10 days after major surgery in an increasingly uncomfortable position with nothing but a screaming wall of brilliant, desert white pain,and a few rather arsey nurses to keep me company (they were like that right from the beginning).

Apparently I wasn't very popular with them, but given the fact that I'd been in pain for the best part of a month before then, was pumped up to the eyeballs on drugs, had lost a stone, was desperately weak, had to come to terms with my new post surgery body situation, AND had lost my voice (something to do with the ventilator tube), you'd have thought they would have given me some slack! (it IS their job after all!!).


......The next time I was in that ward, they put me in a separate room, so it wasn't all bad!! :laugh:
 
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Dave 123

Legendary Member
River Tees Nov '12. Salmon leap falls. I'd come through the technical bit just fine, and I could see my mate in the pool below. Just one straight 3' drop and I'm done. At this point I'm drifting sideways, and hadn't noticed the rock just underwater....

I capsized and was pinned with me facing up river, the water beating down on me. It took 3-4 attempts to pull the grab loop on my spraydeck, but then I was stuck in the boat as all my weight was in my right leg which was on the bottom side of the boat. This coupled with the unrelenting weight of water truly frightened the living daylights out of me. No matter what I was stuck. I could see that my head wasn't far from the surface of the water which was frustrating! I was running out of air and had involuntarily taken my 4th mouthful of water when I gave an incredible hulk type effort. My ankle got a severe bending that took weeks to heal.

It's not over yet... the water swept me under the boat. I was actually pinned on 2 rocks and I was swept between these, knocking my head on the boat. Thankfully there were no strainers in there.

I swam down to Tim and got out of the river. My boat was right at the edge of the river, we just had to reach down and clip a line on, it was that close. It took a further hour to free the boat (slightly dented)

Next day I had to lead a group on the lower sections of the river. Even my eye lashes hurt. I think i must have tensed every muscle to get out of that boat. I was in shock for a good month.

As a result I'm not doing much paddling any more. Flat water and easy white water is a bit dull, and I've lost my bottle a bit on big stuff as a result!

That's why I'm doing more cycling!
 

GrumpyGregry

Here for rides.
On a bike? Knackered, on an mtb with knobblies, on the A3 south of Petersfield.

In life? Southern Sudan with an AK47, held by a 12-year-old, pointed at my borls.
 

fossyant

Ride It Like You Stole It!
Location
South Manchester
Cycled for a few miles along the North Wales Expressway by mistake on Saturday. I really did not enjoy it at all. The bit with no hard-shoulder was very very horrid. I came off at the first opportunity and straight into a traveller village with no through road so I had to rejoin the carriageway. SH*T. Yuk yuk yuk.

I hope that I will not make that mistake again - ever.

Have you ever been anywhere you regretted?

Which part of the A55. Yup it's not nice to cycle along !
 

fossyant

Ride It Like You Stole It!
Location
South Manchester
January 2000, Bridlington. About 5,000 feet above the town. My second free fall skydive after coming off static line. I went unstable and was falling earthwards on my back looking back up at the plane. I went to pull my chute and luckily flipped onto my stomach for a clean deployment. Otherwise I could have been wrapped in a rip stop nylon blanket and gone in like that.

Shudder.

The next 400 jumps were a lot better.

You are just weird. Jumping out of a perfectly good plane 400 times. Either that or I'm never flying with you on dodgy airlines.
 
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