Why is it that there are always witnesses around when you do something stupid? Normally I get of my bike by swinging right leg over rear wheel and cruising to a gentle stop. Today however something possesed me to go left leg over rear wheel instead. Now my brain seems to be totaly programed to do the former but the latter, well no. Result- left leg bounced of pannier then caught right leg that failed to disengage from peddle. The resulting clatter of bike and body was wittnessed by a long stern faced bus queu and a gang of highly amused school children.
Bruised pride but no other damage though thankfully.
Why is it that there are always witnesses around when you do something stupid?
The presence of witnesses *causes* the stupidity... ;-/
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Why is it that there are always witnesses around when you do something stupid? Normally I get of my bike by swinging right leg over rear wheel and cruising to a gentle stop. Today however something possesed me to go left leg over rear wheel instead. Now my brain seems to be totaly programed to do the former but the latter, well no. Result-left leg bounced of pannier then caught right leg that failed to disengage from peddle. The resulting clatter of bike and body was wittnessed by a long stern faced bus queu and a gang of highly amused school children.
Bruised pride but no other damage though thankfully.
It's surprisingly hard to do anything bike-related the unfamiliar way round. I remember the first time I tried looking back over my left shoulder, in preparation for cycling in Europe - loud Inspector Closeau wails as I veered all over the road.
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Why is it that there are always witnesses around when you do something stupid? Normally I get of my bike by swinging right leg over rear wheel and cruising to a gentle stop. Today however something possesed me to go left leg
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rear wheel instead. Now my brain seems to be totaly programed to do the former but the latter, well no. Result-left leg bounced of pannier then caught right leg that failed to disengage from peddle. The resulting clatter of bike and body was wittnessed by a long stern faced bus queu and a
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of highly amused school children.
Bruised pride but no other damage though thankfully.
It's surprisingly hard to do anything bike-related the unfamiliar way round. I remember the first time I tried looking back over my left shoulder, in preparation for cycling in Europe - loud Inspector Closeau wails as I veered all over the road.
Why is it that there are always witnesses around when you do something stupid?
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The presence of witnesses *causes* the stupidity... ;-/
I find the sillier the mistake is in proportion to the number of people watching, therefore increasing your embarrassment and blushes. I am sure there is a math formula for such situations.
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Why is it that there are always witnesses around when you do something stupid?
Hehe:-)
Last week I cycled home with a new purchase, that protruded a long way above the pannier it was in. The top was about level with the saddle. After kicking it once, I pleasantly surprised myself by remembering it each subsequent time I dismounted (such as for crossing the rivers by steppingstones and footbridge).
How do parents with child seats avoid decapitating their offspring?
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Why is it that there are always witnesses around when you do something stupid?
Last week I cycled home with a new purchase, that protruded a long way above the pannier it was in. The top was about level with the saddle. After kicking it once, I pleasantly surprised myself by remembering it each subsequent time I dismounted (such as for crossing the rivers by steppingstones and footbridge).
How do parents with child seats avoid decapitating their offspring?
The back of the seat sticks up a lot further than the saddle (at least with the seat I used), so it wouldn't really be possible to do more than bang your knee on it, and it's extremely obvious the seat is there so even that isn't a real problem.
However when I bought a trailer bike I was warned that swinging a leg over in the usual way will kick the child in the face, and that this is fairly common, and probably the major risk of using a trailer bike. I never did it myself though.
How do parents with child seats avoid decapitating their offspring?
The back of the seat sticks up a lot further than the saddle (at least with the seat I used), so it wouldn't really be possible to do more than bang your knee on it,
This is not necessarily so - I've been kicked in the head once (on an old-style child seat without a high back, which admittedly are less common than they were in the late 70s :-) - I suspect that, like falling forwards off the saddle onto the crossbar gonads first, the reaction is so memorable that the rider will _never_ do it again. -- David Damerell <[email hidden]> flcl?
This is not necessarily so - I've been kicked in the head once (on an old-style child seat without a high back, which admittedly are less common than they were in the late 70s :-) - I suspect that, like falling forwards off the saddle onto the crossbar gonads first, the reaction is so memorable that the rider will _never_ do it again.
This is not necessarily so - I've been kicked in the head once (on an old-style child seat without a high back, which admittedly are less common than they were in the late 70s :-) - I suspect that, like falling forwards off the saddle onto the crossbar gonads first, the reaction is so memorable that the rider will _never_ do it again.
