Riding some trails on my bike wearing nothing but some shorts, t-shirt and shoes. No back brake as I had a dodgy Maugra HS33, I took it off leaving the brake cable bosses sticking up on the crossbar and thought if I had problems I'd just gently use the front.
Riding down a hill and notice that some utter arse had stretched a bit of barbed wire between two trees. Rather than disembowling myself I slammed on the front brake
Off saddle, *smack-smack-smack*, nutsack torn open by every open brake boss as I slide down the crossbar and finally smack my tattered balls into the stem. I had to walk down to the road, cradling my nuts, bleeding everywhere. I had to have stitches and then saltbaths for a month afterwards.
Also snapped the banjo string, but that was nothing in comparison, just lots of blood.
Riding down a hill and notice that some utter arse had stretched a bit of barbed wire between two trees. Rather than disembowling myself I slammed on the front brake

Off saddle, *smack-smack-smack*, nutsack torn open by every open brake boss as I slide down the crossbar and finally smack my tattered balls into the stem. I had to walk down to the road, cradling my nuts, bleeding everywhere. I had to have stitches and then saltbaths for a month afterwards.

Also snapped the banjo string, but that was nothing in comparison, just lots of blood.