OB_Dirty Pete
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Fess up. We've all been fools on bikes. Or had a Close Encounter of the Fool Kind.
I'm not talking about traffic crashes, but about NEAR catastrophies; the sort of incident that lets you look Death in the eye and walk away shivering but OK.
How did you handle it? How could you have handled it better? How has it affected your riding style since?
If you've learned from your mistake, let us in on your learning so we can be better prepared when it happens to us, or avoid getting into such a situation altogether.
MY FOOL STORY: As an idiot youth of 19, I tried to take a Bultaco "scrambler" up a 100 ft. near-vertical cliff here in Toronto called the Scarborough Bluffs...on a money bet. I didn't even consider the possibility of falling before I got to the top. Guys had done it before, or so I had heard.
I fell half way up. The bike was virtually destroyed from the tumbling fall into Lake Ontario below.
I starting sliding down on the dirt and just managed to grab a root. Guys from the hotel at the top of the cliff had to drop me a rope.
From this stupidity, I learned never to take a bike into a situation where you have NO OPTIONS but to make it through. I don't ride on railroad trestles, between high-speed transport trucks, through herds of steers on farms, on roads narrower than the length of my bike, etc.
Did you ever have a "there but for the grace of God" experience?
I'm not talking about traffic crashes, but about NEAR catastrophies; the sort of incident that lets you look Death in the eye and walk away shivering but OK.
How did you handle it? How could you have handled it better? How has it affected your riding style since?
If you've learned from your mistake, let us in on your learning so we can be better prepared when it happens to us, or avoid getting into such a situation altogether.
MY FOOL STORY: As an idiot youth of 19, I tried to take a Bultaco "scrambler" up a 100 ft. near-vertical cliff here in Toronto called the Scarborough Bluffs...on a money bet. I didn't even consider the possibility of falling before I got to the top. Guys had done it before, or so I had heard.
I fell half way up. The bike was virtually destroyed from the tumbling fall into Lake Ontario below.
I starting sliding down on the dirt and just managed to grab a root. Guys from the hotel at the top of the cliff had to drop me a rope.
From this stupidity, I learned never to take a bike into a situation where you have NO OPTIONS but to make it through. I don't ride on railroad trestles, between high-speed transport trucks, through herds of steers on farms, on roads narrower than the length of my bike, etc.
Did you ever have a "there but for the grace of God" experience?