whats the dumbest thing you did while riding your bicycle when you were a kid?

Answer 1

I was in the 6th grade, and I was crushing on my 5th grade neighbor. We were riding our bikes down this hill in our apartment complex. That day in school, my teacher had taught us the hand motions to "Stop! In the name of Love" so naturally I try to show off. Not only can I do these motions, but I can do them while riding my bike, with obviously no hands. My front tire turned and Whap! Face first into the pavement.

Answer 2

Being a kid, and not understanding the laws of physics, I never slowed down the bike to stop it. I always headed towards the curb at full speed and then hit the breaks when the frame and tires scraped on the curb. I can still remember those loud screeches. I remember that the wire that sticks out by the pedals looked like it had been chewed on. Another dumb thing I did was jog alongside my brother who was on his bike and I was doing zig zags in front of him and suddenly he got too close to me and hit his front break hard. When I turned around I could see that the back wheel was up in the air 90 degrees and the front wheel was still rolling (he was riding vertically for a second!), and his face was priceless...LOL! He then fell to the ground, and I remember he yelled so hard at me...but still his face, oh his face!....LOL!

I also remember a few months ago, I borrowed my brother's bike, but he did not tell me the breaks didn't work. I was pedaling as fast as I could and couldn't stop for the stop sign. I could see an SUV in my peripheral vision coming my way fast. My life flashed before my eyes, not all of it, but a good chunk. I don't even remember what happened next, I think I beat the SUV...Then I kept riding the bike and again forgot about the brakes and this time I crashed into my cousin.

Answer 3

In the town where I lived there was a place we called "Tickle Mountain" A mountain about 500 feet high... along the crest of the mountain there was a dirt road leading to the radio towers at the top... almost 2 miles of road undulating up and down along the crest of the mountain leading off and down to the valley.. We used to take out bicycles to the top and ride down as fast as we could... going up and down the undulations causing out stomachs to feel woozy and tickly.. reaching speeds of 35-40 mph... Toward the bottom of the hill there was a line painted on the side of a tree if you didn't put on your brakes there you would end up in the middle of a 4 lane highway (heavily traveled by logging trucks) .... We would often have the brakes on so hard they would literally smoke and turn red from the friction...

Yet another reason it's a miracle I lived long enough to become an adult...

Answer 4

I was changing my tire when some friends arrived, wanting to go to the lake. Mom said, “Don't set your bike up like that without tightening up the bolt. You'll forget!” I said, “No I won't, Mom. I can't forget because the tire’s flat. Don't worry,” then quickly set the bike on the wheel and left.

A week or so passed and my girlfriend came over, wanting to go biking. The tire was flat, so we decided to just fill it at the gas station and patch it later. In normal circumstances, things probably would have been fine. But we lived in the mountains. We decided to race down a very steep hill! When I hit the railroad tracks, the bike leapt into the air… and so did my tire! It became airborne, leaving my bike and I to contemplate gravity, inevitability, and the pavement, which we did, and very closely--for about 20 feet!

When we came to a halt, my trembling hands were still clutching the handlebars, wondering why I hadn't listened to Mom and secured that mutinous tire to the bike. I doubled over from a severe pain in my stomach, but it passed rather quickly. My friend rushed to my side and cried, “Are you ok?” which struck me as funny since my face, shoulder, and collar bone had road rash and I looked a fright. I started laughing.

When I tried biting down, my teeth didn't fit together. I said, “I think I broke my jaw.” My friend said, “No. You can still talk.” But it was and had to be wired. My family was amazed at how well (and how much!) I could talk with a wired jaw. They were even more amazed by the fact that I didn't lose weight. Apparently, most people who have their jaws wired do because of limited food intake… but I was VERY creative and blended everything! I didn't lose an ounce.

Answer 5

Don't recall doing anything really that dumb while riding my bike as a kid...but as a teenager, I did do something quite dumb.

I let a friend of mine ride on the back of my bike while I was riding it, and then I started swerving left and ride quickly. Well, I swerved a bit too much and his weight just forced the bike and both of us to fall down. I fell flat on the palm of my hands and my face also hit the ground, causing me to bleed all over and have scars on both my hand and my face. Luckily, those scars are not so visible anymore. Gosh that was a dumb thing to do. Lesson is don't let friends ride on your bike and then start swerving. Actually, the only bike I will allow another person to ride in now is a motorcycle, and then the rider must be a member of the opposite sex. That way I won't dare do something so idiotic as swerving left and right.

Answer 6

Riding with no hands, standing on the seat of the bike, going really fast over bumpy ground and falling off the bike, pedaling with my shoes untied and getting them twisted around the pedal so that I eventually just fell over sideways, riding down a hill with too much stuff in my hands so I couldn't use the brakes, and riding a bike with the seat so high that when I stopped my feet didn't even touch the ground. Yeah, I did a lot of stupid things haha!

Answer 7

I tried going in an 8 sort of pattern down the street but kept falling off.

Also, on a ride home from school, some idiots were taking up the whole road (and I didn't like them much anyway) so I decided that my front wheel would knock their back wheel and they'd go wobbling off into the bush. I ended up face up in the road, knocked out. I don't know how long I was out for, but not too long I don't think. Odd feeling.

Answer 8

Oh wow, this brought back some memories. Well, my sister had this bike with a banana seat, and what we would do is, my sister would get on facing forwards, I could get on facing backwards, then we would jet down this huge *** hill while not holding on with our hands or feet. Basically just flailing our arms and legs while soaring down steep inclines. Of course, use to stand on the seat while riding, go no handed, ghost ride the bike, go off jumps and ramps. That sorta stuff.

Answer 9

I broke my Hymen riding a bike as a kid (ouch)

Was riding the bike standing up and my foot missed the pedal ...... falling right down hard on the middle of the seat

geezz - this should be under the most embarrassing question

Answer 10

Actually this is my sisters experience....She went to ride her bike on top of a steep road near our house trying to WOW us. When she speed down she was supposed to press or hold down the the breaks but she held the ones for the front tire breaks and the bike didnt actually turn right to the direction away from the gutter so she hit the gutter fliped through the long grass areas and the bike followed and hit her.....result: Bleeding head...a little sprain and alot of bruises but it wasnt that serios though....