Ok, we've all had them. I had mine last December on my way to watch the State CX races at Montrose. It was winter and snowing quite heavily. My cap had dropped in front of my eyes and having very little sleep the night before, I spaced out for a brief moment. In that moment, I almost crashed into a parked car. Looked up in time to swerve out of the way and bruise my legs in the process.
So that's my story. You? What have you done? Did anyone see you?
Stopped for some pedestrians crossing the street in downtown Naperville on a Friday evening, got a little nonchalant about getting out of the clipless pedals, and went down like a felled oak tree in front of about 200 people. (No bows or standing ovations.)
My most embarrassing moment was very similar to this. I was at the Libertyville Metra with my road bike and as I was about to get on one of the cars, a conductor told me to go further down the train and get on there. I hopped on, and put a little pressure on the pedals to move, but didn't want to click in. They did, but I didn't feel it. I stopped at the car door, and went to put my foot down but it did not cooperate. I fell into the open Metra doorway, as everyone around me stopped and turned around to see.
As long as we're having pedal issues...
I was stopped at a light, behind a car and the light went green. The car started moving and I followed, looking down at my pedal as I didn't find it with my cleat right away. I clicked in and looked up just in time to see the car had stopped. I pulled my foot out of the pedal but couldn't stop, tapping the cars bumper and going down. When I got up the driver was looking in the mirror, shaking his head.
When everything cleared up I pedaled away but my foot wouldn't stay locked in. Like I said, I pulled my foot out, as in straight up, without twisting out of the cleat, breaking the forward engagement off the cleat. As it was my right foot, the one that is used whenever I stop, it must have been more wore than I realized for me to be able to break it off like that.
Any way, I now carry a spare cleat in my bag.
I stopped clipping in years ago. Too many red lights clipping in, clipping out. Not worth the bother.
This is why for years I wouldn't ride to work, which is in the Loop. Being clipped in was too terrifying and too dangerous. I eventually saved up for a commuter bike--one with a rack and normal pedals.
I was riding the bike path from St Charles to Sycamore at lunch time the day after a big storm. I was riding on my aero bars after I had to swerve around several downed tree limbs. Just cruising along and when I looked ahead I discovered a tree completely covering the whole path. I braked, skidded sideways and crashed into the tree. Fell off my bike into the middle of the tree. While working my way out of the branches I see another cyclist walking through the woods around the tree. He just said "Nice"
Too many to count! A couple made it into this article:
It doesn't mention when I had to crawl across a huge ice sheet on the lakefront while dragging my bike behind me ;)
Took a little time getting used to clipping in. At a red light, I spaced out and got my feet all mixed up and fell in front a police SUV. They were very nice about it, asking me if I was ok. I was physically fine. My cheeks were burning.
Was in Colorado Springs to watch the '86 UCI World Championship races. One afternoon i was riding with some friends down the main drag in town. We were goofing off doing hand slings and as i threw someone in, i completely lost it, going airborne horizontally and coming down in a bloody tangled heap in the street.
When i gathered myself and looked up, i saw Mark Gorski and Nelson Vails standing over me, asking if i was all right. They'd been riding up behind us and seen the whole shameful episode. i was too embarrassed to say much beyond that i must have forgotten how to ride road bike... a total Fred moment. Still carry the scars on my arm from that landing.