Has anybody ever done this ? Myself , not ..... ....but I came very close , and the more I thought about it , the more terrifying it became. It's going to fill up so damn fast ! There's so little time to get it off your melon ! [ I'm talking about the days before " flip-up " helmets , and with a D-Ring fastener ] I was " traveling" down the motorway one Sunday ( not sparing the horses ) when a crow took off from the central reservation , and got on intimate terms with my helmet . It felt like a hammer blow to the head , and then the crow innards started moving across the visor . I've got a strong stomach , so maybe it was a dodgy pint the night before , or maybe the dodgy curry that followed , but " The Big Spit " was upon me in seconds . Luckily I had a clear path to the hard shoulder .... gloves off , lid off and then the liquid laugh . Could have turned out very much differently though ..... Anyone got similar stories ? I don't necessarily mean puke related ..... just those seconds of sheer terror . The ones that stick in the mind forever ..... .... and the "delete" button doesn't work !
Got my bonce walloped by a pigeon once - unpleasant and worrying but no 'ill' effects - such as a technicolour yawn. I think new helmet may be required after that kind of episode....
A dive buddy was sick once on the reef..... very funny as the fish wouldn't leave him alone....... Throwing up under water isn't funny.....
I saw the results of " mask squeeze " when a mate had a panic attack under-water . It looked like something from a Hammer Horror movie !
I stopped in Amsterdam to ask a lady for directions. It was a red hot day and I was very hung over from the Hull to Rotterdam party boat. I was sat on the bike and I was talking to her a wave of nausea came over me, I whipped my helmet off and barfed all over the pavement in front of her splashing her shoes and legs. To say she was not best pleased is an understatement and obviously I never got the directions I wanted.
Similar. Many years ago, a lad I used to work with liked a drink on a weekend. He came to work on Monday morning worse for wear and vomited into his air fed mask (Paint sprayer) It looked like an alien explosion and because the visor was sealed around his face with a foam curtain, it settled up to his nose. I still remember it vividly.
Has the potential to be my new favourite thread. Never puked in my helmet but I did have it fill up with water one time when I rode through a deep puddle. That was scary.
I've puked in my Moto X helmet... Heat exhaustion. I was 10 miles ish out in the bush with no water and no way of cleaning up other than my hands... It wasn't pretty...
As a child and being brought up in a council house, at te top of our stairs, the toilet used to be a room on it's own. It was in the summer of my youth when council still had paddling pools, of which normally had glass in it through idiots, or not enough chlorine so many children had upset tummies of which I was one. I knew from minute one my tummy was in trouble. Running home hoping to make it before a chocolate kiss became a chocolate fountain, I made it up the stairs before being faced with a new dilemma, both my arse and mouth (some say they are connected), both wanted a go at projectile vomiting. I had a split second to decide which I'd get in less trouble with and so the runs took the prize of the bog but sadly, vomit over the walls and floor did not earn me any plus points from mum. In those heady days, hoodies were largely unknown, it was a name for American gangsters and not an article of clothing but should that happen today and I was wearing a hoody, I would turn the hoody around so I could still shit in the bog and also be sick in the now reversed hoody hood. You kids don't know how lucky you are these days
Shepherd's daughters bush... But that was after I cleaned myself up... Actually her dad was a chicken farmer ... Not sure if they are called Shepherds...
He's a piece of shit old cunt... My first ever job at 12 years old was working for him shoveling chicken shit .. the man was horrible... His daughter was lovely...
