Most ballsy thing you ever did?

D3V!L wrote: »

With my right foot hanging off and broken in 4 places I took my crashed motorbike back off a scumbag who wanted to "mind" it for me.

Adrenaline let's you do amazing things !!

Jesus it pains me to know that someone would try rob a bike from someone who just took a bad tumble.

In a similar vein, I took a tumble on a long straight after a corner and tried to wave a car of young fellas down so they didn't run into the bike on the road as it was dark. Was standing out on the road jumping up and down until the last minute but they were flooring it and never spotted me. They hit it, spun out and wrote off the car. Everyone fine, just a bit shook but didn't notice my foot was drenched in blood until the ambulance arrived. Adrenaline's a hell of a drug!

Living in cramped multi-storey accommodation while working abroad as a young fella years ago, my new neighbours turned out to be very fond of the sauce, with loud music and rows until all hours several nights a week. Paper-thin walls between flats didn't help. One night was particularly bad, with a lot of "SHUT YOUR F*****G MOUTH C**T!", thuds and glass smashing, screaming and sobbing which went on until after 3am. Eventually I heard the door of their flat slam and two sets of footsteps staggering away. A short while later, there were a few taps at my door - I opened it to find the female of the couple standing there with blood streaming down her head and arm, a black eye that was already closed and a burst mouth. She said the other two had gone out to try and buy more drink, and asked if she could hide in my place before they got back. The husband's pal had been staying with them - he had a cast on his arm from some sort of wrist injury and what I had heard was him using the cast to beat her up, while the husband lay there yelling at them to stop making so much f*****g noise and let him get to sleep. She got the slashes on her arm as a defensive injury from when he went to smash a bottle on her head.

I let her in and waited to hear if the pair would come back, which they eventually did. After a few minutes of stumping round inside their flat, slamming doors and shouting her name, suddenly there was hammering on my door. Didn't make a peep. The handle was tried a couple of times and I heard the thump of a shoulder trying to force it open, but it held. A minute or two after that, I heard their living room window open - we were four floors up and there was a big wide window ledge and gutter outside, which together were nearly three feet wide. I twigged that one or both of them were going to try to crawl round and break into my place through the (single-glazed) window, which was only a couple of feet along from their one. I had no phone, not even a landline and it was before the days of mobiles. On top of that, myself and the neighbours had the only two occupied flats on that floor or indeed on that side of the building, meaning there was nobody else around. So as quietly as I could, I went and got the biggest thing I might be able to use as a weapon, which was my sweeping brush. I stood inside my window holding that feckin thing like a pike, waiting to see if I was about to push a person off the side of a building to their death. I had loads of thoughts racing through my head about being arrested abroad, being plunged into a foreign legal system, how I'd cope with time in prison, the whole sudden turn my life might be about to take, but I was determined that no f*cker was getting in.

Thankfully I heard arguing from the other side of the wall along the lines of "leave it, she's not worth it" etc and eventually heard that window close again. There wasn't much sleep for the rest of the night, all the same. The woman wouldn't hear of going to the police, so I took her to stay with my girlfriend for the weekend to give her a safe place to be (20 year old me wasn't even aware of the existence of women's refuges then).

She went back to him three days later.

Wore a fairly high pair of Valentino heels to my secondary school graduation just two days after tearing all the ligaments from my knee down to and including my ankle.

Stupid thinking back, probably did so much damage :rolleyes: