First incident, I was pulling a nail at work with a crowbar, and the nail head broke off. The crowbar embedded in my chin. When I pulled the crowbar out-- had to give it a tug-- a co-worker noted that I "bled like a stuck pig."
Second incident, I fell asleep at the wheel one night, started to drift off the road, over-corrected, and wrapped my car around a telephone pole. Hit my chin on the steering wheel, right on my scar. Split it open again.
I have one under my chin from my Huffy about 35 years ago. My doctor had to come to his office to stitch it up on a Sunday afternoon. Hit a loose man hole cover.
White hot pain, and my gloved hand was covered in blood. I was honestly scared to take my glove off, afraid I would be missing a thumb. I worked up the courage to pull the glove off, and thankfully, I still had my thumb.
The dent seems to have disappeared, and the feeling has almost returned.
I have two, right next to each other. One was from when I was eight. I slipped on a wet floor and landed on my chin. The other is from around when I was fifteen. Let's just say that it's important to check your tire pressure if you're gonna be cornering like a madman. I washed out the front and planted my chin at about twenty. I had a weird endorphin giddiness thing going that annoyed the heck out of my poor mother. I don't even think about them - they're pretty subtle.
have a few scars on the chin. One of those scars went with a broken jaw. nothing like eating out of a straw for a few weeks.
No scars, but when I was 12 years old, I did get hit by a car while riding my cousin's bike in the suburbs and broke my leg in two places. The car took off. Creep.
I was helping my sister out with her paper route when I was 7. My Royce Union BMX with superfly banana seat had two full slings of papers draped over it. Needless to say the first speed bump I hit made me launch over the handlebars onto wet asphalt for a long slide on my face. I saw my reflection in one of the puddles. It looked like I had two mouths, only the bottom mouth's teeth weren't teeth but chinbone sticking out. I finished the paper route and then my Mom immediately took me to the ER the second she saw me.
I saw the picture my Dad took when I got home that day just a couple of years ago. They gave me some good drugs because I was definitely Hi-I-igh!
It's funny now because the scar went from one side of my chin to the other back then, and now it's just in the middle. Fatty fathead.
Good times. Good times indeed.
I was riding my mint Schwinn Varsity, my friend was riding drunk behind me, and I turned around to make sure that he was still following and then *SMACK*, I hit the back of a parked car, smashed my chin on the rear window, rolled over the car, and somehow ended up halfway underneath it between the left side wheels. I was unconscious after hitting the rear window.
The Varsity's top/down tubes near the head tube were all bent and stretched out. My chin was opened up and a semi-decent flow of blood was trickling down my neck. I was pretty messed up in the head.
And yeah, I know, the drunk person is supposed to be the one to eat it.
I have a tiny one from when my front wheel fell off during a wheelie at about age 12. My front teeth took the most damage though. I'm due to have the repairs redone, they're starting to get worn out.
No scar, but I used to have a cleft. Then I did a header at the Hotter'n Hell Hundred. Calcium filled in the cleft...now it's smooth.
Believe it or not I got mine by getting bit by a shetland pony when I was about 3. No wonder I can't stand horses.
Me, Raleigh Grand sport
wife, Huffy 10 speed
1st step son, schwinn continental
2nd step son, schwinn Varsity
3rd step son, Peugeot c105
Daughter, Huffy girls 10 speed
Son, mostly rides in a trailer
I have a bump on one side of my chin from doing a faceplant on pavement. I was so busy watching for crazy cars in the parking lot that I did not see the gaping pothole. Managed to give myself a concussion in the process. The Mongoose, on the other hand, was perfectly fine.
1997 Mongoose Hilltopper, 1988 Bianchi Specialissima, 2006 Surly Cross-Check, 2010 Norco City Glide, 1947 CCM Single-speed.
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Yup, I've got one! I was racing my best friend down a hill. I won, but couldn't stop in time to avoid the brick building at the bottom of the hill. Needless to say I discovered my chin isn't as hard as a brick wall
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Didn't read the rest of my thread, but I have one. It took a handful of stitches to put back together.
It involved a homemade box jump for my BMX bike. Only problem is that I was jumping it on a Royce Union...
I have a scar under my chin from a guy who won a medal in judo in the Pan American games and went to the olympics twice as a heavy weight. I got the cut from a little tap in a touch football game. I have no bike related scars.
I got my scar under my chin from using my face to stop my bike.
As i was riding my bike to school in the morning i began to mash down a hill on my bmx.
the chain was loose and it came off the chainring.
next thing i knew i was flying chin first into the ground. in all i broke both sides of my jaw, lost three teeth, broke my chin and both wrists. fun times.
Mine is right below my lower lip so it's kind of concealed, and the other scar from the same downhill accident while bicycling as a kid is on my palm. Looking back it's amazing I didn't get stitches, considering there is a solid white line with a surrounding grey color there now.
The torn ligaments and red road rash on my elbow are adult related cycling, so I won't go there.
I have one! First time was on my Huffy when i was in elementary school. Then a year later, still in elemtary school I went down in gym class and opened the same scar up. 9? stitches both time? I dont remember, I just know there was a lot of blood haha.
When I was eleven I was showing off to some friends riding no handed, all was fine until I decide to embed my jaw into the corner post of a white picket fence. Blood was everywhere. I'm sure my friends appreciated the entertainment.
The one between my eyes is when as a wee tot I jumped over my dads shoulder and hit the table.
The one on my chin was from falling out of a canoe.
The one on my thigh is from the quill stem snapping off.
This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.
cut myself with a switch like 5 times
got shot with a friggen 45 acp
accidently ripped my leg with a chainsaw
friends baretta went off
didnt unload my ****, went off and took out my left eye
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