mr. tibbs said:

Oh man! That's the worst story I've ever read. I was cringing up into a ball, mouth agape, the whole time. I can't imagine consciously choosing an asphalt bath--regardless of what else is waiting down the road.
Thanks for the feedback, mr. tibbs, and for reading all that. I'm really glad it had that effect on you. I guess that means I was able to convey some of the sheer terror

I was experiencing at the time. I was really lucky to get out of that with just a few scrapes. Since then, making sure the brakes are connected has been rule #1!
Here is some of the regular stupid stuff I do:
* Trying to race motor vehicles - cars, buses, what have you.
* Chasing down cars when people yell stupid stuff at me. Really no reason for me to do that, and no matter how you look at it, it's just not a very bright move.
* Planning a long ride into unfamiliar territory, but getting lost instead and spending my entire ride time trying to get back on route - despite having an iPhone in my saddle bag, and then later putting it in my jersey pocket. I've done this more than once.
* Splitting traffic lanes at speed on urban descents. (I don't actually do this anymore, but it wasn't very long ago that I did.)
The number one stupidest thing I've done recently, though, is going for too long without riding. There really is no good excuse for it, especially since I love riding so much.