Scaried monent on a bike?

Has to be just past Shawfield Stadium on the Route 75 in Glasgow and a
bunch of Gypo dogs attack me. One for each leg. I had to basically grab
the bike and run into a travellers compound for the ****ers to get the
dogs off my leg.

Another moment was when a couple of junkies just stopped in front of
me, again Route 75, this time near Carmyle, and said "I'm 'aving that
bike" and put his dirty hand on the handlebars. I managed to ride off
fast.

What about all of you?

Thank you.

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Has to be just past Shawfield Stadium on the Route 75 in Glasgow and a
bunch of Gypo dogs attack me. One for each leg. I had to basically grab
the bike and run into a travellers compound for the ****ers to get the
dogs off my leg.

Another moment was when a couple of junkies just stopped in front of
me, again Route 75, this time near Carmyle, and said "I'm 'aving that
bike" and put his dirty hand on the handlebars. I managed to ride off
fast.

What about all of you?

Thank you.

My scariest moment was when waiting to turn right on the main road at a 'T'
junction. A van was at the give way opposite waiting to turn right. All of a
sudden he pulled out with me sitting in the middle of the road, all I could
do is lean my bike away and await the impact. Luckily he stopped a few
inches from me and said something about the sun being in his eyes. You can
imagine what came out of my mouth but I must say it was one of the scariest
moments I've ever had.



John

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Has to be just past Shawfield Stadium on the Route 75 in Glasgow and a
bunch of Gypo dogs attack me. One for each leg. I had to basically grab
the bike and run into a travellers compound for the ****ers to get the
dogs off my leg.

Another moment was when a couple of junkies just stopped in front of
me, again Route 75, this time near Carmyle, and said "I'm 'aving that
bike" and put his dirty hand on the handlebars. I managed to ride off
fast.

What about all of you?

Traversing a roundabout over the M6 just outside Manchester in 1973. An
empty flat bed articulated lorry came off the motorway sliproad, passing
me at high speed. My memory is that the suction behind the cab unit
sucked me in under the deck, and the air pressure in front of the
trailer wheels spat me out again. I have to say that doesn't seem likely
and it may be an exaggerated memory, but I can clearly remember the big
steel hooks they use to tie the load down going past over my head.

I cycled on for about a couple of miles on the adrenaline rush, and then
climbed off the bike and sat on the roadside shaking too badly to even
stand up. When I'd recovered a bit I cycled down the road until I
encountered a little suburban pharmacy, bought a roll of glucose
tablets, and consumed most of them.

I was very, very frightened.

--
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wrote:
Has to be just past Shawfield Stadium on the Route 75 in Glasgow and a
bunch of Gypo dogs attack me. One for each leg. I had to basically grab
the bike and run into a travellers compound for the ****ers to get the
dogs off my leg.

Another moment was when a couple of junkies just stopped in front of
me, again Route 75, this time near Carmyle, and said "I'm 'aving that
bike" and put his dirty hand on the handlebars. I managed to ride off
fast.

What about all of you?

Thank you.

I turned a corner onto a small country lane that had ALWAYS been empty
To find a Land Rover coming straight at me..... Hello ditch! The driver
was most concerned which made it worse as it was entirely my fault.

Stan Cox

On 16/08/2006 18:29, said,

What about all of you?

In my young and foolish days, I had a crappy Tensor 10 speed bike (the
ones with disposable forks, that disposed of themselves at awkward
moments!). Going down Rownham Hill near Bristol at an indicated 50mph,
and there is a corner about half-way down, with a stone wall, a big drop
on the other side, and the brakes were as crap as the rest of the bike.
I swear I used this stone wall as a wall of death as I barely made the
corner!

How about unexplained moments? Cycling back from Rugby to Leicester, I
started turning across a dual carriageway to head towards Blaby. Next
thing I knew, I was sitting on the kerb across the dual carriageway,
with people asking if I was alright. No damage to me or the bike, and
20 years later I still have absolutely no idea what happened!

--
Paul Boyd
http://www.paul-boyd.co.uk/

Paul Boyd wrote:
On 16/08/2006 18:29, said,

What about all of you?

In my young and foolish days, I had a crappy Tensor 10 speed
bike (the ones with disposable forks, that disposed of
themselves at awkward moments!).

I still own a crappy Tensor bike and 22 years ago on 10th of June the
front wheel collapsed. The crash wasn't scary but lying on the road
wondering if anything was going to hit me was a bit.

The scariest ride for me was about 6 years earlier whilst hanging on
to the back of a friends motor bike on a closed road. The road came to
a dead end where it was blocked with earth and I found out, after
having let go, that the brakes on the motor bike were better than an
old 2nd hand Raleigh. I just managed to stop at the start of the
earth.
--
Cheers
the.Mark

Cycling up a steep hill, with a friend of mine, on my old bike (which
is currently written-off; but that's another, less scary, story). I was
never one to really maintain my old bike (I'm getting better) and the
gear changes were getting a bit dodgy.
So, anyway, up the hill I was going, in front, at about 10mph tops
(it's a steep hill). I changed down and my gears lock-up. At the time,
I'm pushing down on my right; so, with locked pedals, I veer into the
middle of the road... Guess what was coming up the road behind me at
the same time!... Big lorry, that didn't give me any distance, doing
about 40mph.

I'm sure my handle bars clipped it! I didn't fall off (thankfully!),
but it freaked the Hell out of me (and my friend!).

There were also several incidents cycling around Provence and the Cote
d'Azu Not being used the the wrong side of the road and Italians in
camper-vans; that sort of thing!

Christopher Harrison


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Has to be just past Shawfield Stadium on the Route 75 in Glasgow and a
bunch of Gypo dogs attack me. One for each leg. I had to basically grab
the bike and run into a travellers compound for the ****ers to get the
dogs off my leg.

Another moment was when a couple of junkies just stopped in front of
me, again Route 75, this time near Carmyle, and said "I'm 'aving that
bike" and put his dirty hand on the handlebars. I managed to ride off
fast.

What about all of you?

Thank you.

wrote:
What about all of you?

Coming down a hill in north Wales, securely strapped into the toeclips (it
was a long time ago), when the bottom bracket clip for the rear mudguard
came loose. The mudguard snapped back into the wheel, and was dragged under,
between the tyre and the road surface. No rear grip at all, rear sliding
left and right over the road at about 30mph, and I was trying to undo a toe
clip so I could get a foot down. Very relaxing around my personal rear end,
I must say..

Secondly, coming down a steep hill in Heswall following a friend. I screamed
around a fast blind left-hander, to see my friend apparently going
backwards - he'd braked, knowing the road. I was heading for either a
T-junction onto a busy road, or to a brick wall on the other side of the
curve. I took the bricks; hitting the curb first, the bike high-sided me
into the wall, then hit me several times as I rolled down towards the
junction. There was even a hole in the crotch of my jeans made by a brake
lever. Arms looked like raw peppered steak - had them bandaged by friends
mum (luckily, a nurse), then had to ride 15 miles home in agony.

In both cases I'm sure a helmet would have saved my life.

I try to fall off less now.

Pete.

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What about all of you?

About 20 years ago, in the middle of winter, cycling along a well iced road
and onto a roundabout only to see the tractor unit of an articulated lorry
approaching the first entrance rather quickly. He obviously saw me as he
applied the brakes and locked up the wheels, and continued on his course
towards the roundabout with unabated speed. I somehow managed to slow down
and he missed me by a couple of feet. I'm glad modern bikes have better
brakes than mid-80s Raleighs.

More recently, this morning in fact, I had a close call with the bane of my
life, left hand drive cars. Coming across Northam Bridge in Southampton, I
was privileged to get a very close view of the wing mirror of some crappy
hot hatch flying past me at a far greater speed than it should have been.
I've no doubt that he noticed me, and all the other vehicles as he overtook
them on the left and the right. Sadly I suspect that the police had their
hands full with an accident on the other side of the dual carriageway. I
didn't get his number, but I'll be looking out for him in future.
--
Chris

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What about all of you?

Not so long ago, coming down a steep hill (20%) that ends in a
T-junction, with no visibility due to high hedges. Road at the
bottom is a B road. Redeeming featu turning left at the T
is a smooth curve.

Rear brake was poorly adjusted and useless.

Used both brakes to regulate speed, when the front suddenly
went limp: the cable had broken! Pulled hard on the rear,
and continued down the hill, not in free-fall but not getting
any slower either.

I quickly contemplated options, and took my chances with the T,
taking advantage of that smooth curve to hug the roadside.
Calculated that anyone coming at me could probably miss me,
though it'd give everyone a scare.

When I eventually managed to stop, I walked the bike home and
replaced both brakes with brand new ones!

--
not me guv