I find it interesting that we are willing to put the stupidest things we have ever done with a bike on a public forum. I'm not sure that I would tell my friends some of the stuff that you guys have posted here. But it is funny.

Ok, here goes mine. Long Beach used to have a pro crit once a year (mid 80s). I ride down on my old Nishiki to watch and decide that I would like to walk the coarse (with my bike) on the inside of the road. No problem. Right?

Off they go. Now this is a post 1984 Olympic USA road race. We are talking Bob Roll, Ron Kiefel, and the rest of the 7-11 squad in the race. They keep riding, I keep walking. I am at a corner as they are coming around. My bike is behind me and Davis Phinney is in the lead and flying, and I mean FLYING, down this hill toward the corner where I am standing. I realize that I may be a "little too close" to the road, so I try to back up. Can't move. I lean back. Still can't move. My bike is wedged between a light post and me. I am wedged between the bike and the curb. Mr. Phinney is wedged between another rider and the curb, riding in the gutter.

I am screwed. I know I am about to take out the entire peleton in a fantasticly brutal crash. I keep thinking how to get out of this problem. I got nothing. I just lean back as far as the bike will allow and suck in my then 20-something gut and hope I can ride faster scared than they can mad (and injured).

Phinney's handlebars literally brush my jersy, his elbow hits my gut (just hard enough to let me know I was in the way) and the rest of the pack fly on by. Me? After exhaling, I find a nice safe spot, park my bike, and back up a good 5 feet from the curb and watch the rest of the race, never moving from that position.

I have no idea who won or if Phinney hit me on pupose, but I was sure that the cycling world was about to kill me and it would be documented by whatever magazine was there. It was not fun, but it was STUPID!!!!!