Had some great skids/falls on my bike back in the day on my Sunday paper round. I used to deliver to some houses at the top and bottom of a big hill. I've lost count on the amount of times I came bombing down the hill on a frosty Sunday morning only for the hill to be iced over at the bottom and me then sliding across the bottom of the road. Luckily it was a quite road.
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Rob Atkin":2w7dizsb said:unkleGsif":2w7dizsb said:My Mrs is fully aware of the fact that my performing skids makes her clothes fall off, and is regularly reminded of the fact
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I'll have to try that with my wife (I nearly didn't add "my wife" then, boy would I have come in for some grief!)
It works on t he same principle as handbrake turns in cars.... chick dig it, they fancy you coz they think you are hot, and hey presto.... nakedness
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Not that I'm any kind of expert on the subject...unkleGsif":7kysoqen said:Rob Atkin":7kysoqen said:unkleGsif":7kysoqen said:My Mrs is fully aware of the fact that my performing skids makes her clothes fall off, and is regularly reminded of the fact
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I'll have to try that with my wife (I nearly didn't add "my wife" then, boy would I have come in for some grief!)
It works on t he same principle as handbrake turns in cars.... chick dig it, they fancy you coz they think you are hot, and hey presto.... nakedness
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But I very much suspect there's an entire gulf between what men assume "chicks" dig, and what they really dig. YMMV...
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My mate had a new Raleigh Grifter (i had a hand me down road bike with cow horns) and seemed afraid to ride it on the grass, I took one look at the tires and thought, hmmm this things meant to go other places than tarmac.............so i promptly asked if i could have a go on his new (birthday bike) Amazingly I rode it down the slide in the park with style only to panic at the bottom when i saw the tiny step/drop at the end of the slide............i applied the brakes..........the tires didn't argue with the bottom of the shiny steel slide.......i was off ! inches away from a perfect finish.
Some years later i asked if i could borrow his brand new 2 stroke motorbike ( i had a beat up slow 4 stroke).....but that's another story
Some years later i asked if i could borrow his brand new 2 stroke motorbike ( i had a beat up slow 4 stroke).....but that's another story
I remember riding back from the local hills on particularly snowy, cold day. Was riding along quitely minding my own business, road surface was compacted ice/snow, and was approaching a dad and small girl walking along the pavement. Bike decided to do one of those 'oops, I need to be lying down' moments (as they have a tendancy to with no warning, sometimes, on ice) and so I slid past the father and small girl on my backside with the bike somwhere near by. Nothing to do but pick the bike up, clip in and pretend it never happened. 
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I went to Yorkshire in 1998 with a pal and family.
Hired a huge Edwardian cottage in some tiny village I can't remember the name of.
Me and my mate took the bikes and had a fantastic time wheelying and skidding (much to the villages detriment :blush: )
There was a trail we foundthe otherside of a meadow from the cottage which we rode a few times.
It started atop a hill in an unfinished new-build street, houses and roads in a state.
my pal got talking to some builder guy at the top and upon growing tired of the chat i zoomed off downhill and got a satisfying skid.
Went back up to the chat; was still uninterested so went again; this time harder faster aiming for longer.... fast, sideways stones and grit bouncing off the tubes; washed out - it stung like a hundred wasps (and trust me, i know exactly how that feels)
Got my shit together
accepted 'are you OK's from my pal and the builder and sped off down the trail to get a bath and a bandage or 2.
took several switchbacks on the singletrack whizzing through the trees and was so amped i decided to cut out the final 3 switchbacks and hop the rest of the way through long grass to the carpark some 20yards and 7 or so feet below.
There was an old chimney pot buried within the long grass which clipped both my wheels during the flight; flatted both tyres with a bang in mid air; i still don't know how i managed to stay upright and on the bike...
was a bit of a buzz to say the least.
spent the rest of the afternoon hammering out my wheels with a borrowed ball and peen from the neighbours; did a good job too i still have the wheels and can't see the repair.
what a summer, i'll go back to Yorkshire one day.
Hired a huge Edwardian cottage in some tiny village I can't remember the name of.
Me and my mate took the bikes and had a fantastic time wheelying and skidding (much to the villages detriment :blush: )
There was a trail we foundthe otherside of a meadow from the cottage which we rode a few times.
It started atop a hill in an unfinished new-build street, houses and roads in a state.
my pal got talking to some builder guy at the top and upon growing tired of the chat i zoomed off downhill and got a satisfying skid.
Went back up to the chat; was still uninterested so went again; this time harder faster aiming for longer.... fast, sideways stones and grit bouncing off the tubes; washed out - it stung like a hundred wasps (and trust me, i know exactly how that feels)
Got my shit together
accepted 'are you OK's from my pal and the builder and sped off down the trail to get a bath and a bandage or 2.took several switchbacks on the singletrack whizzing through the trees and was so amped i decided to cut out the final 3 switchbacks and hop the rest of the way through long grass to the carpark some 20yards and 7 or so feet below.
There was an old chimney pot buried within the long grass which clipped both my wheels during the flight; flatted both tyres with a bang in mid air; i still don't know how i managed to stay upright and on the bike...
was a bit of a buzz to say the least.
spent the rest of the afternoon hammering out my wheels with a borrowed ball and peen from the neighbours; did a good job too i still have the wheels and can't see the repair.
what a summer, i'll go back to Yorkshire one day.
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