Hairiest moment / Dumbest manoeuvre / Closest shave. On a bike!

[BigonaBianchi]

..actually my HAIRiEST moment was in France when the wind blew my hair in front of my face as I breathed in...I inhaled about 5 inches right down inside my lungs and bloody nearly became the first cyclist in history to be murdered by his own hair.

 

[Fnaar]

..actually my HAIRiEST moment was in France when the wind blew my hair in front of my face as I breathed in...I inhaled about 5 inches right down inside my lungs and bloody nearly became the first cyclist in history to be murdered by his own hair.

Get yourself a No2, fella!

 

[GrahamG]

..actually my HAIRiEST moment was in France when the wind blew my hair in front of my face as I breathed in...I inhaled about 5 inches right down inside my lungs and bloody nearly became the first cyclist in history to be murdered by his own hair.

LMAO! That's ****ing brilliant!

 

[tyred]

A woman in a Toyota 4x4 gave me a major scare about 6 months ago. I was riding over a humpbacked bridge which is barely wide enough for a lorry to drive over when she decided to blow her horn and overtake me. I had about about maybe an inch or two to spare between the handlebars and the wall on one side and about an inch or two to spare between her car and my hadlebars on the other and her door mirror hit my arm

Ever since, whenever I ride over that bridge, I check there is nothing coming and then ride over it in the middle of the road to discourage anyone from overtaking me again.

When I was about 10, I was messing about on a beach on my cousin's BMX which had no brakes and I swerved to miss a toddler that had wandered into my path and I ended up going through the middle of someone's picnic. They were not happy

 

[Amanda P]

When I was a teenager, a mate left his bike at our house one night and walked home as it had got dark and the bike had no lights. I agreed to ride it down the hill to his house the following day.

Following day, I'm bowling down the steep hill towards the busy traffic-light controlled junction. Pull on the brakes; the rear one doesn't work. The front one does - until the cable snaps.

As I approach the junction at what feels like 90 miles an hour, the lights turn red and the crossing traffic starts up. Looking for an escape route, I spot a school entrance on the right and head for it. The bike doesn't like the turn at that speed and starts wobbling.

I miss the gate, and fortunately collide with a metal litter bin (manufactured by Listers of Dursley, Gloucestershire) and a sign post. Fortunately, because behind them is one of those spiky-topped wrought-iron fences...

The bike and the bin were write-offs. The post was severely bent. I still have a scar on my knee.

Helmet? No-one had heard of bike helmets in 1982.