Years ago, just before I was starting highschool, I had to walk 2.2km to school (I know the exact distance because taking the school bus only qualified for those more than 2.4km away... soclose.). We lived out in a rather rural area, with a few cattle guards across the winding road to the school. I would usually ride my bike - it was a bit uphill going there, but a nice downhill coast home.
Well, it was a frosty November morning and I was still riding my bike - I hadn't retired it for the winter yet. The cattle guards this particular morning were icy and slippery, but so far, so good. (Anyone see where this is going?) Suddenly, just before I reached the third cattle guard, I discovered a car coming towards me on the narrow road, and I reacted quickly, turning my bike closer to the side of the road. Unfortunately, I was already crossing the cattle guard when I turned, and slipped on the icy bars, and went down. I slid off the saddle of my bike as I fell, and managed to fall... so that I totally straddled a bar of the cattle guard, one leg on either side. I totally, utterly, lady-canned myself. I'd never felt such pain in my crotch before! Of course, I was super-embarrassed that the passing car would have witnessed my fall, and that was almost as bad as the physical pain. I had no choice but to simply get back on my bike and continue to school, but I HURT. And it was a bit awkward to explain to the teacher why I was sitting funny... "Well, see, I stubbed my camel toe, really badly," I could have said, if I had had any notion this thread was going to exist back then.
Wow, I really never thought I'd ever have an opportunity to share this story. Thanks for that, Sheldon!
That reminds me of a time when I busted my nuts on the handlebar!
Mate, you wouldn't have this look on your face if you'd busted your nuts in that way, it would be these: and ..!