Quote Originally Posted by li10up
When I first started mtn bike riding I rode with a friend who called out objects in the path...roots, rocks, turns, etc. Once I was working really hard to make it up a pretty steep hill - head down and really crankin' - and she called out duck. I thought she was telling me there was a duck in the middle of the trail (there are ducks in the area - just not where we were). I quickly figured out what she meant AFTER my forehead smacked right into a low hanging tree branch. Thank goodness for helmets...you don't have to crash for them to help you! NOW THAT WAS DUMB!

Now that I've given my abs a good workout from laughing so hard...I can share my dumb story. (this story literally had be in tears!)

My stupid biking story:

I had just completed day two of our MS Tour last fall totalling about 115 miles. After lunch, after it was over, I was riding my bike down a cement path to the parking lot where our car was. My tire slipped into a small gap between the cement blocks and immediately came to a stop. I wasn't going very fast to begin with, so I just kind of came to an abrupt halt. Instead of unclipping, I somehow thought that the tire would magically pop back out of this gap...duh...and then I toppled over to my right, landing on (and crushing) a decorative light. Of course, hundreds of people were still around (of the 1500 who rode that tour!) and those that weren't rolling on the grass from laughing so hard, offered to help me up. By the time I got to work the next day, my whole team had heard what had happened to me. I still haven't lived it down!