I once rode my AERO 14 speed bicycle into the back of a parked car while going up hill....

I have had some experiences but that one isn't going to happen.

Pretty much the same thing happened to me. Went swimming at Barking Sands on Kauai. While I was out, a very large set rolled in. I couldn't get out of the waves and eventually lost all strength. I remember laying on the bottom, submerged, thinking "OK, this is it". I literally was a goner. At the same time, the lull came in and I was able to push myself to the surface. My wife (GF at the time) was laying aways down the beach and had know idea what had happened.

Carnival in Rio De Janeiro, 1996, is a close 2nd. I left the sambadromo around 2 AM and entered the mass of crowds outside. Didn't think I was going to make it out of that one alive.

I've have two dealing with the ocean.

Surfing a 2-3x overhead day in Ventura and getting caught inside by a sneaker set (El Nino '83), and getting slammed by the whole set. Crawled onto the beach and puked. Went to another spot (oil piers) and paddled out...LOL

Diving Casino point off Catalina, rubber mouth piece came separated from the regulator at 60'...inhale, got water. Luckily it was dive #3 after getting certified and everything I learned just kicked in and made it to the surface. Have not gone diving since..

So you got a bruise?

Or the time when I was a workin man...a 6"2" 210 lb Black guy with ham sized hands tells me to, "Get the fk outa my way." to which I reply, "Ubba ulloa Walla." So a coupla aisles latter he tells me, "I can shoot you right between the eyes, go home watch cartoons and laugh my head off." And he was serious....this guy was an original member of the Crips in S Central, hated white people, extorted money from the white boys, was a Golden gloves in the military and when the company had to fire his brother (who thought he could get away with stuff because of his brother) called him in to explain to him why they had to do it... later someone who knew him from the Hood said that he had put people into the ground before. After my little episode I was always very careful and was very polite to him...

Nope a cut lip...wound up with my chin resting on the trunk of the guys car..Guy come out and says, "Are you all right?" A Motorist stops and says. "I saw the whole thing." The guy says,"Yeah at first I thought he was resting on the back of my car." While I am standing there in a daze.

please tabs don't pick up sewing, those needles can be a mfkr

Back in my younger and stupider partying days. I was in the Army, stationed in West Germany. I had 2 weeks left before I was going to be discharged (honorably) and head back home. A friend and I got the bright idea of purchasing 2 500g plates of Lebanese Blonde hash. We were going to sell 500g and use the money to party once we got back stateside. We were going to ship the other 500g to a friend in N.J. which we would pick up later for our personal "stash".

It's snowing like heck so we took a taxi out to Hirschaid to a friend's house where we would meet our connection. After waiting 2 hours the dude didn't show due to weather so we decided to meet in a couple of days. As we were leaving, the snow let up so we decided to walk back to the barracks one last time for old time's sake.

After about a mile, 2 Polizei cars pull up and 4 officers jump out with their Uzis drawn, spread us out on the ground and search and cuff us. They put us in different cars and start with the questioning. My Deutsch was pretty good so I could understand the questions "where are you coming from?", "where are you going?", etc.

I take him to the route we took and luckily I could compare my boot prints with the ones in the snow. he takes me 2 miles towards Bamberg, over to an apartment complex where he wants a woman to "ID" me. I finally find out that a woman was murdered and my clothing matched what the perpetrator was wearing. After what seemed like forever, the woman finally exclaims "nein, er hat rote haare" telling the officer my red hair didn't match the killer.

Whew! They finally set us on our way as we breathed a sigh of relief. If the hash deal had gone as planned I'd probably still be in prison for drug trafficking, Germany didn't mess around back then! Needless to say we both abandoned the whole "hash deal" idea and went on to live clean, productive lives.

What ship? Te Vega?

Sitting in the passengers seat of a corvette with the owner, a drunk chick, behind the wheel at a bar. A truck pulls up straight at us. She exclaims "OH MY GOD! IT'S CHUCK!" I say who he hell is Chuck? She says "MY HUSBAND!"

Now I'm pretty toasty myself yet have to make the quick decision to either die in a corvette car crash or face the husband. I chose the latter. I bail out of the corvette and he bails out of his truck walks to the front of the truck and all I can see is a BIG chrome revolver in his hands and it is on ME. He's hollering "GO TO YOUR VEHICLE MF'er!" and I'm backing away with my hands up telling him "hey man, I aint worth going to prison the rest of your life for!". He got out so quick he didn't put his truck in park and it starts rolling backwards. I point and tell him his truck is rolling backwards and he runs back and reaches in slams it in park then drops down on me again. I'm not a complete fool not going to show him what I drive so I walked backwards out of the scene hands still up, he takes off in his truck after his drunk old lady in the corvette and I slip back in the bar. Had another beer and called it a night.

A week later at the same bar the security guard says to me "that was kinda close the other night wasn't it?" and I said "really! did you see it?" and he tells me he had a bead on the guy the whole time. Wow. That was a LONG time ago!

wrt 6 malfunctions > yeah >> I have somewhere around 1100 jumps > started jumping when I was 15 > my Father was a US Advisor to the Royal Thai Army Airborne and Special Forces school > so I went to Thai jump school in 1965 >> back in the day 60's - 70's 80's all I did was eat ... f... and skydive... a lot of free military jumps out of UH-1, UH-60 Blackhawks.. CH-47 Chinooks... I was in Special Forces > had a HALO/MFF team... did the 20+K oxygen combat equipment jumps [that was WORK]...

some of my other functions were more adrenaline pumping.... I rode a malfunction main in once > Normandy DZ/Bragg... square was all jacked up > steering line out of control... rode it into the trees > crashed through the branches.... the canopy got all hung up .... I never touched the ground.... I was stupid... but lucky...

So you're the Fkr who I flew up on in my Scirocco (working brakes) that night just past the bend at Jalama Road... Back in those days my GF lived in Vandenberg Village and I would make the trip from Goleta. It was so worth it. I actually have a stoopid grin on my face now thinking about it.

My scared story - in middle school Goleta we had a very wet winter. The creek across the street was raging (+15 ft) and cops were patrolling the neighborhood looking for stupid kids like me. I had some family friends in town (girls) and decided to show them the water. We were ~ 30 feet above the insane creek on a muddy ledge and one of the girls starts sliding over the edge with saucer sized eyes. I lept and grabbed her by the wrist as she was on her stomach sliding in ooze down the hill. She gave me a silent hug and we walked quietly back home. We smiled again when my Mom freaked about the muddy clothes.

I may have posted this before. I was 20 yrs old, Nam 70...went into a tunnel complex with a .45. I was pissed off because my friend has just been blown to hell.
My first ambush...sweeping the kill zone afterwards , darker than hell in 5 to 6 ft elephant grass, I came across a wounded VC.....terminated him on the spot. I had been in country 15 days, was 19 Yrs old.

Back in 1993 I had a guy who felt I was responsible for his younger brother going to jail. I was shooting pool by myself in a little hole in the wall bar in Henderson Nevada when this guy, unbeknownst to me came up from behind and drilled me in the back with a marble pedestal style ashtray. It dropped me to the floor breaking several ribs. He then proceeded kicking me in the head until I was unconscious. I don't remember much of the whole incident, only what I call "snap shots". I remember someone saying "He's dead, I killed him" over and over but at the time I had no idea who it was. I also remember moving, or being moved and asking "am I dead?" and someone saying "no". I later found out this was the paramedics rolling me to an ambulance. I then spent a little over a week in a medically induced coma. It took at least a month before I could walk, talk, feed myself and all those little daily chores we do without thinking. It was at least another year before I felt whole again. That was a very long year and very frightening.

Jeebus. Don't even know why I am posting after some of these.

Montreal to Cleveland. One of those Brazilian jobbies. Dark (inside jet and outside), crappy weather and a little bouncing. I'm way in the back.

"Smoke" starts coming out of the overhead luggage compartments. Primal fear like never before or after experienced. Saw the stewardess walk right by it without a head turn during the episode. Did not register to me at all things were therefore ok. Maybe 20 seconds of absolute I am going to die fear.

Something normal to do with the AC system in a small jet, I guess.

It was not like (could not have been) elephant grass in the dark sweeping for VC (not that I would know). Different fear. I was literally immobile and had resigned myself to certain death. I did not care for that sensation.

I've done some dumb things in cars and have had a few hair raising oh s*** moments in 28 years of technical rock climbing.

But for me the one that takes the cake is the birth of our son. After a long complicated natural labor/birth our son was very blue! He was "coded" and seeing the crash team come in and go to work on him was just beyond words. I felt the blood going out of my face and had this horrible sinking feeling of this s*** isn't really happening. Just standing there helpless!!
My wife was almost unaware as she couldn't really see what was going on.
I just had to put on my "They're getting him cleaned up for you" and smile.

It took 3 to 5 minutes of them working on him quickly but calmly. Some of the nurses kept looking over at me kind of checking to see how I was reacting...

Just a horrible helpless feeling. He spent a couple of extra nights in the NICU.

I am very relieved to say that he is a normal happy 3 1/2 YO today. Loves going for rides in Mom's 993!

My scariest was laying flat on my back on the ground underneath a rather substantial black bear that had just knocked me down. He appeared to be upset with me, but also very much afraid of me. He just stood there for, oh, about half of my life, within head swinging back and forth, drooling on my face. He eventually huffed and stepped off of me, I sat up, and we stared at each other for the remaining half of my life. Then he just ran away.