So I am at the end of a month-long riding tour of the country, when I reached my brother's driveway at the end of a long day on the bike.
It's a shared driveway, quite steep, with five houses on it. The neighbours were standing around the bottom of the driveway for some reasons, and there was a work truck parked nearby.
I waved hello to the neighbours, hit the nice, clean, perfectly-smooth concrete and immediately plough in, sloosh!
The concrete was fucking wet, freshly laid.
The bike slide sideways out from under me, wheel spinning, and I put a leg down, squelch, my boot sank in, no traction, I slipped, the bike came down on top of me, squish, in the concrete.
So there I was, lying in fresh concrete in full touring gear, pinned under the panniers of the heavily loaded bike, which was pissing fuel everywhere....
and the neighbours were looking at me, gobsmacked. Astonished. Speechless. And then angry.
I struggled out from under it, getting concrete all over everything, helmet, gear, gloves, dririder jacket and pants, covered in the shit.
I washed it off in the shower, just showered in all my gear, as I was soaked from yesterday's rain anyway.
That was about an hour ago. I'm glad I'm leaving tomorrow.
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Don't you feel like you want to start your day over again!! 
Originally Posted by MSTRS
now that is a mintie momment
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