Quote from: Janet Lynn on December 10, 2008, 07:24:01 PMAnd accidently slipping off a bike seat and hitting the cross bar.
Let me tell you a funny story. . . .
When I was a little girl shaped like a little boy, I was taught the basics of riding a bike. I had mastered the "GO" function, but had yet to learn the "STOP" function. This was my first turn on a bike.
Anyway, it was a hot summer day in SoCal. I was sweating and whizzing around on my Huffy (with training wheels, no less!) when I decided I needed to use the restroom.
Well, not having any idea how to stop the blasted thing, I reasoned that if I were to run it into the wooden fence in the back yard, it would stop.
(Can you see where this is going?)
So, I stopped peddling to slow myself down. (Why I couldn't have just stopped that way, I'll never know. I guess I wasn't thinking clearly). I didn't hit the wall very fast, but, inertia being what it is, and with a sweaty seat, I lurched forward and got acquainted with the handle bars of the bike.
Long story short, the wind was knocked out of me and I lost my bladder and bowels right there. Of course, I was crying my fool head off. I stopped the bike, though.
On second thought, it's not really funny. Just painful.
Angela