Tolerance to Pain

PINARELLO F8 said:

I also cycle competitively and have suffered various injuries whilst racing including broken ribs where I have carried on regardless

I did BMX first, Skate Boarding and then Down-Hill Mountain-biking, but hated being sponsored as a skateboarder so did not bother as a mountain biker. I am so not competitive and being sponsored made it a job that took the fun out of it. But I have slammed so hard on so many occasions only to find out later I had broken stuff and whatnot ~ so I totally know what you mean.

When I worked at a Restaurant I used to like snacking on chillies, and the head chef for a laugh got a special order in for the hottest chillies known, and they expected me to go down a burning death ~ but they really were the best and most refreshing I had ever had. Because I was the only one who could eat them I got the whole lot! Bonus! :-) 

I have completely forgotten the name of the curry now but it was not made in this country as it was too hot for the western body supposedly, and if you ask for it and they will make it ~ I have had it free on numerous occasions because they did not believe I could eat it and if so it would be on the house. Bonus again! :-)

Hard knocks school of Aspergenics pros and cons :-)

I was racing in the National Mountainbike Championshios in 1993, I was going flat out down a steep gravel track when I hit a bump which caused my hands to slip off the bars. I binned it big style smashing to the ground and the bike catapaulting about 20 feet into the air. The bike had a buckled and punctured rear wheel but I got back on and completed the race. I went to the St John Ambulance once I finished and turned out I had 2 broken ribs.

Last year I was cycling down a long steep hill at about 40 mph. A car pulled out from a side road so I had to brake suddenly. I lost control and slammed into the tarmac and slid about 20 yards ending up under the car. I had a nasty gash over my eye from hitting the cars bumper and a broken rib. The car driver wanted to phone for an ambulance but I refused and decided to cycle the 30 miles home

PINARELLO F8 said:

Last year I was cycling down a long steep hill at about 40 mph. A car pulled out from a side road so I had to brake suddenly. I lost control and slammed into the tarmac and slid about 20 yards ending up under the car. I had a nasty gash over my eye from hitting the cars bumper and a broken rib. The car driver wanted to phone for an ambulance but I refused and decided to cycle the 30 miles home

I had a very similar one, thirty years back which involved steepest hill session, quarter of mile, my friend on a racer and me on a BMX, and down we went.

I left my friend well behind and at the bottom of the hill, slight bend to the left with a junction adjoining from the right ~ and a car pulled out in front of me. I braked on the back wheel three times with heinous bar wrench steering without front wheel on the floor, and got round it and landed the front wheel and thought ~ YAY! Up until I did not miss the chunky Cotswold dry stone walking for about twenty* feet.

One I came to stop, and my mike had stopped bouncing and cartwheeling, I got up and major relief found that my bike did not have a single scratch and thought ~ YAY!

So back to the top of the hill thought I ~ because the run was two and some miles long, and as I started walking back towards the hill ~ I met the driver who was coming to see if I was okay, and he went white, wretched and lost his balance slightly and slumped into a kneeling position.

Odd thought I, but because I was not feeling particularly chuffed about his lack of diligence and due attention whilst driving ~ I carried on, meeting my friend on his racer at the junction where the parked open door car was, and he went white and looked absolute terrified.

So I put my hands to my face and they were all blood covered (I did not bother wearing my helmet that day idiot factor ten). Several other people wretched as I detoured to go home and have a look in the mirror.

Half my face was pulped. I am not sure how long I looked at the mess ~ but it was fascinating, until that is my parents got back from where ever it was and it was all doctors and stuff thereafter.

The worst of it was resisting picking the scab off which was complete and utter hell. But when it came off ~ I had completely gotten away without obvious scar tissue, and only had to learn to smile differently on the left side of my face to compensate.

* Twenty feet was previously recorded as forty feet  ~ as I am really bad with numbers (dyscalculia) and have to go for vague near figure approximations.

PINARELLO F8 said:

Last year I was cycling down a long steep hill at about 40 mph. A car pulled out from a side road so I had to brake suddenly. I lost control and slammed into the tarmac and slid about 20 yards ending up under the car. I had a nasty gash over my eye from hitting the cars bumper and a broken rib. The car driver wanted to phone for an ambulance but I refused and decided to cycle the 30 miles home

I had a very similar one, thirty years back which involved steepest hill session, quarter of mile, my friend on a racer and me on a BMX, and down we went.

I left my friend well behind and at the bottom of the hill, slight bend to the left with a junction adjoining from the right ~ and a car pulled out in front of me. I braked on the back wheel three times with heinous bar wrench steering without front wheel on the floor, and got round it and landed the front wheel and thought ~ YAY! Up until I did not miss the chunky Cotswold dry stone walking for about twenty* feet.

One I came to stop, and my mike had stopped bouncing and cartwheeling, I got up and major relief found that my bike did not have a single scratch and thought ~ YAY!

So back to the top of the hill thought I ~ because the run was two and some miles long, and as I started walking back towards the hill ~ I met the driver who was coming to see if I was okay, and he went white, wretched and lost his balance slightly and slumped into a kneeling position.

Odd thought I, but because I was not feeling particularly chuffed about his lack of diligence and due attention whilst driving ~ I carried on, meeting my friend on his racer at the junction where the parked open door car was, and he went white and looked absolute terrified.

So I put my hands to my face and they were all blood covered (I did not bother wearing my helmet that day idiot factor ten). Several other people wretched as I detoured to go home and have a look in the mirror.

Half my face was pulped. I am not sure how long I looked at the mess ~ but it was fascinating, until that is my parents got back from where ever it was and it was all doctors and stuff thereafter.

The worst of it was resisting picking the scab off which was complete and utter hell. But when it came off ~ I had completely gotten away without obvious scar tissue, and only had to learn to smile differently on the left side of my face to compensate.

* Twenty feet was previously recorded as forty feet  ~ as I am really bad with numbers (dyscalculia) and have to go for vague near figure approximations.