Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Gold Coast, Australia
My wife and I used to commute on the bike to work, we worked different places, parked at hers and I walked.
Free bike parking at her place because the pillars holding the building up had raised concrete plinths at the bottom, room for a bike either side and some thoughtful person way back in history had made up some wooden wedges so you could get a bike up and down.
Worked for months, then one day, yes, someone moved one of the wedges, so I hit the concrete plinth, which slammed me into the tank, the world goes white - then a fraction of a second later my wife slams into my back, slamming my nuts once again into the tank.
The worst thing was holding the bike up while in incredible pain and not killing my wife who was still sitting on the back of the bike, laughing, literally with tears running down her cheeks.