I haven't been on a bike since...
I don't blame you.
I haven't been on a bike since...
I was alone so I had to finish the trail and ride back home. About 5 miles or so.
Depends who's asking.
Now . . . if it were Johnny Depp . . . . I'd have to think about it . . .![]()
Yep that would have been it for me too. My bud that came by was on a bike and he had skinned hands. I didn't even ask. LOL
Yeah...
My helmet basically exploded, but it saved my life. All told is was about 40 stitches in various locations on my face. I apparently didn't let go of my handlebars after the "white out", so both of my wrists were sprained... Hands looked like hamburger. Basically the only thing that didn't hurt or get scraped up was my legs. You know what hurt more though? The damn nurses scrubbing my already raw skin with what felt like sandpaper or steel wool...
I didn't get on a bike again for another couple of years.
I went mountain biking, went off a jump, hit some gravel and slid out. I put my hand out to "cushion" my fall and hit a sharp rock. It cut through my glove and left me with a 2" gash on the fatty part of the palm. I'm not squeamish around blood, but there's just something about fat and tendons mixed with blood that's a bit off-putting.

After the second accident my mom forbade me from getting on another bike. I didn't argue.
Here in Utah you can ride a motorcycle without a helmet. I'm not saying there should be a law, it's just that my past experience on a pedal bike makes me wonder why someone wouldn't want to wear a helmet.
Sean Bean, David Wenham or a young Paul Michael Glaser. I have a free pass on the monogamy gig if I ever get the chance.....
Nate, maybe you should just stay away from bikes. I don't think they like you!
Good grief, that's awful to have not one but two accidents like that.
Me and my little girl go biking all over the place - but slow and easy is our pace.
She still has the training wheels on so slow and easy is the only pace we can go!![]()
)... That all happened over a three year period.In my teens it was always "Go hard or don't bother". I broke my leg playing basketball, cracked a rib rock climbing, broke fingers playing football, broke more fingers with yo-yos (really!)... That all happened over a three year period.
I think someone was trying to tell me I needed to slow down...
In my teens it was always "Go hard or don't bother". I broke my leg playing basketball, cracked a rib rock climbing, broke fingers playing football, broke more fingers with yo-yos (really!)... That all happened over a three year period.
I think someone was trying to tell me I needed to slow down...
Only bone I ever broke was a rib I cracked while coughing. I love my hookah doodle.
...broke more fingers with yo-yos...
Would be nice, but you can bet green or brad would be all over it, making a mockery.Did someone mention perhaps making a "How to Quit Smoking using an Electronic Cigarette" thread? It would be a very good idea, IMO, and perhaps you could get Fred to sticky it.
I'd "like" that comment if I weren't jealous...
I forgot to mention that I nearly drowned during that time period as well. Went body surfing and got caught in a rip current. I remembered my swimming lessons to always swim parallel to the shore when caught in a current. As soon as I would get out, I would get caught in it again and dragged further out. I was far enough out that I couldn't even make out the lifeguard towers any more. It took about an hour and a half, but I eventually (obviously) made it back to shore. Kissed the sand and puked my guts out for the next hour and a half.
YO-YO's! Really? How do you break your fingers with a yo-yo?
Sounds like you were one of those "go big or go home" kind of guys.
Wussies. I shoot myself in the shoulder each morning just to feel what nerve endings I have left after wrestling a Peanut butter Snickers out of the jaws of a twice-rabid Great White shark that was trained by Seal Team Six to infiltrate the Persian Gulf. By the time 0700 rolls around and I'm done extracting the bullet and giving myself stitches I'm already choosing which Silverback Gorilla to face-punch into making my morning coffee that I scare into grinding itself. Pfft. And even if I did all this I wouldn't be half the bad ... that this guy is...
Badass of the Week: Hideaki Akaiwa
-Magnus
Wussies. I shoot myself in the shoulder each morning just to feel what nerve endings I have left after wrestling a Peanut butter Snickers out of the jaws of a twice-rabid Great White shark that was trained by Seal Team Six to infiltrate the Persian Gulf. By the time 0700 rolls around and I'm done extracting the bullet and giving myself stitches I'm already choosing which Silverback Gorilla to face-punch into making my morning coffee that I scare into grinding itself. Pfft. And even if I did all this I wouldn't be half the bad ... that this guy is...
Badass of the Week: Hideaki Akaiwa
-Magnus
Wussies. I shoot myself in the shoulder each morning just to feel what nerve endings I have left after wrestling a Peanut butter Snickers out of the jaws of a twice-rabid Great White shark that was trained by Seal Team Six to infiltrate the Persian Gulf. By the time 0700 rolls around and I'm done extracting the bullet and giving myself stitches I'm already choosing which Silverback Gorilla to face-punch into making my morning coffee that I scare into grinding itself. Pfft. And even if I did all this I wouldn't be half the bad ... that this guy is...
Badass of the Week: Hideaki Akaiwa
-Magnus