Hmm, I guess this counts:
1am ride about 5km from my friend's house to the bar we were meeting up at. I told everyone driving there that I would beat them on my super-speedy 80s roadie. No one believed me.
So there I am furiously pedaling, the bar just metres away--when a car CUTS ME OFF! I swerved to avoid it, crashed, sprawled out on the pavement. My left brake hood was bent in, my front gears bit into my calf pretty hard, and a mighty black bruise showed up on my thigh today.
So there I am lying in the middle of the street, the offending car of course long-gone. Pulled my bike out of the traffic, bent back my brake hood, locked it up outside the bar--and everyone who took the car appeared just then! I DID beat them, crash and all!

