Not sexual, but I haven't heard the end of it
Riding my motorbike to the post office, I had to negotiate a large roundabout functioning as a junction for a motorway and three A roads (Brenley Corner near Faversham in Kent, if anyone cares). I'd done this many a time before, so I'd pulled up in the right hand lane, waited for the traffic to clear and proceeded forward, rather rapidly.

Which was a problem, as I should've moved smoothly off to the left. Luckily there was a small kerb, which the bike hit and slid under the metal crash barrier. I continued my trajectory (as all good physicists will have expected) and dislocated my shoulder on the barrier. (The luckily in the previous sentence is due to the fact that I fix for free, while my bike costs money to mend.)

The embarrassing part came explaining my injury - I chose to tell all, rather than have people assume it was due to some solo action. "How could you miss a roundabout 30-40 feet across?" Well I didn't, that's the whole point - had I missed it I'd be ok!

No apologies for length, as I'm not sure what the boundaries are (first post n all).
(jamesthegill opens new tabs with his scroll wheel, Tue 7 Sep 2004, 15:01, Reply)