Post your most personally embaressing ride stories that you have ever done
Mine:
Bought a brand new bike, and thought I'd ride it home and buy some gear for it in the Tesco's on the way back (they had a sale on some bike related gubbins), so started riding the 11 miles home, about 5 miles in I see a friend of mine from uni riding back from seeing Castell Coch (a castle at the top of a mountain thats part of my commute home), so we stop and chitchat for 5 minutes. I get back on the bike, not realising that im in my highest gear, so I have to stand up and give it a good few pumps to get it going. Not knowing the route home, I had no idea that just around the corner was a cycle gate.
CRASSSSHH!!!! I plow into it whilst im looking down trying to get my bike started up to speed.
I fall off in the middle of the gate, and my bike falls on top of me. It was a pretty bad fall and I ended up with people trying to help me up with my bike. few minutes later after I dust myself off I notice a cool feeling at the back of my leg, its hurting.. so I think I've just cut myself a bit and its blood. so I ignore it and just get on my bike and vow to ride the 5 miles home as fast as possible so I can sort my cuts and scrapes out. (my knuckles were smashed into the metal gate and it was painful to pull my brakes), a mile or so later im making good progress.. completely knackered its the first time I've ridden a bike in say er.. must be at least 8 years flying along anyway... in a rhythm. when Psssshhhhhhhhhttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!
My back tyre is punctured by the tiniest tiniest thorn I've ever seen. pulled it out of my tyre, but the one thing I didnt buy at tesco's was a puncture repair kit, so I walk another mile or so until I hear a familiar sound of a train stopping and the BEEP BEEP BEEP doors closing sound. I find a bridge, cross the river and railway to find myself at a railway station in the middle of nowhere according to me. A bunch of girls are there so I ask them where abouts I am and explain the situation.
Then I call my parents to come pick me up as I have no dosh to get the train, my bike's bust and im SOL. I notice the girls were looking at me like I was a wierdo or a strange man and I think nothing of it im cut up... bruised, and my bikes busted, I've got more things to worry about than the odd looks im getting.
Parents come and I get picked up, get home and as I get out of the car I can hear laughing behind me from the kids across the road when I get in the following conversation takes place.
Mum: "did you know you've ripped your trousers open..."
Me: "er.. what?!" *feeling behind my arse*
Mum: "yea.."
Me: *Feels loose material* "awww what!!"
I take off my trousers, they had a swathe of material torn out of them from the ankle hem bit, right to the waist. EVERYTHING was on show including my sweat soaked boxers and arse. I just didnt notice due to the pain that I was in from falling off.
See if you can top that!
