Oh my, good thing I don't possess a whole lot of pride. I got bucked off a spin bike. Uh huh. Over the handlebars on a spin bike.
Picture this, I've been mountain biking for a while, feeling pretty hot about myself. I've decided to try racing and since I lacked a road bike I figured spin class was perfect. I got myself some shorty shorts and a snug little basic jersey. I made a big show out of grabbing a bike with clipless pedals and adjusting my seat.
As the class progressed I was thinking I was quite hot stuff against these little soccer moms. 1/4 turn? P'shaw! I did full turns, and full turns, and full turns until all of a sudden I realized I was going to vomit if I didn't stop.
Naturally I just stopped pedaling forgetting all about the big red brake. With the force of an elephant that 40lb flywheel came around and shoved my legs another rotation, hurtling me into the bars. I probably would have gone over had my cleats not faithfully held me. I do believe I eventually went off the side, with a bang, of course. The whole class was staring at me. I started taking a class at a different time.
This is not my stupid but I became involved in it. While doing a "fall colors" photo shoot for work we approached a light behind our "team car." I don't think we were expecting it to turn red, but it did. As we stopped Staci apparently forgot about her pedals and started to topple towards me. She screamed, I looked and saw what was going down and as I was unclipping my left foot, tried to dive right. Fortunately I got my right foot out, but not until my bike had slid left with my foot attached and I was squatting quite awkwardly in the middle of the road. Impressive stuff right there.
"True, but if you throw your panties into the middle of the peloton, someone's likely to get hurt."