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BroDeal said:It looks like someone p!ssed in everyone's Cheerios this morning, so now for something completely different. What was your worst experience on a bike?
Getting smeared under a car driven by a fellow high school mate.BroDeal said:What was your worst experience on a bike?
elapid said:I even have soreness in places I have not before experienced (lower back, shoulders, neck, rectum). Guess the fitting didn't do the trick.
Thoughtforfood said:I went out one day, probably early March. It was cold, but not overly so, and I thought I'd go put in 20 miles just for fun. Didn't take a bottle or anything to eat because I was only going to ride an hour or so. I got out of town and was cruising along feeling really good, one of those times where it seemed effortless to turn the cranks. So I decided to do a longer loop around 45-50 miles at one of the turns; I continued heading in the same basic direction I had been going. About 20 miles out you took a left and that brought you about 180 from the direction I had generally been going. It was there that I really noticed the wind for the first time. Didn't have anemometer, but I am sure it was in the 13-18 mph range, with gusts over 20. I still felt OK so I didn't backtrack.....bad choice. About 35 miles in I felt like everything in my body drained out. Blood, organs, energy, oxygen, you name it. I have blown up before, but this was something else. This was the days before cellphones, so no help there. I wasn't going to stop a car, though a truck did pass by and I very seriously considered flagging him down. Around 40 miles, another cyclist I knew passed me going the other direction. I did flag him down, but all he had was water. He shared some, and while I was very grateful, it wasn't enough. There were honestly points where I was riding 5 mph on the flats. I had never before felt anything close to that. I did make it home obviously, but I can promise you that I have never left for a ride without a credit card, something to eat, and at least one full bottle again.
That was my worst day. I know it is kind of tame, but I promise you that I was not sure at the time that I was going to live through it.
whiteboytrash said:Perhaps you could try using a saddle. Seat posts can be uncomfortable.
BroDeal said:That is funny because it is almost exactly like one of my worst rides.
It used to be a rite of Spring that I would misjudge my fitness level and die a horrible death while riding. The worst occurred late March or early April, I don't remember exactly. The valley I used to live in was like a wind trap. There were always a couple of months when it was miserable to ride, especially when I was not in shape. I started riding with a strong wind at my back, just cruising in a high gear and feeling great.
After about forty miles I turned around and quickly realized that I was in trouble. Hard bonk. To make matters worse the sky clouded over, the wind picked up, and the temperature dropped. I must have spent hours battling a headwind. Sometimes I would stand up to get through gusts. It was a total death march.
I was a starving college student. I never used to carry money. I had nothing to eat. I spent a lot of the time planning what I would eat when I got back. The worst moment came on a slight downhill section. I coasted down it, head hanging over my stem and grateful for the rest. As I looked down at the road I watched a piece of red licorice pass under my bike. It was glued down to the road and looked like a few cars had run over it. Before my brain could register that it was food, I had rolled down the hill a bit. Honest to gawd, the only reason I did not stop, peel the licorice off the road, and eat it is because I could not stand the thought of turning around and climbing back up this very slight hill.
Top top things off, when I got into town a paperboy insisted on riding beside me and pretending he was racing me. He was a lot faster than me too, but I could not muster enough self esteem to care about it.
BroDeal said:It looks like someone p!ssed in everyone's Cheerios this morning, so now for something completely different. What was your worst experience on a bike?
BroDeal said:That is funny because it is almost exactly like one of my worst rides..... Hard bonk.....
tifosa said:A 100k tandem ride with my ex. Pretty much says it all.
BroDeal said:It looks like someone p!ssed in everyone's Cheerios this morning, so now for something completely different. What was your worst experience on a bike?