Quite a few years ago, I cycled to a friend's for the evening, about a mile and a half away. I expected to have a few social drinks and cycle back about 11. Hmmm... Well, it turned into a huge girly chat between the 3 of us, really emotional good stuff and we were all arsed by whatever O'clock in the morning.
How hard could it be to cycle home? It'll be fine I thought.
DON'T DO IT (is my word to the wise, I'm always there to get your back and try and beat anyone to a Darwin Award).
I couldn't tell you how many times I fell off, there's a very steep hill leading to the farm lane, how I even attempted it who knows. Anyway I made it home but the bike didn't, as soon as I got onto the farm I ditched it and staggered the last 1/3 mile.
The result? By the state of me my husband thought I'd been mugged, probable fractured jaw, huge bruising down one side of my body, and the bike once rescued was a bit of a mess too.
I did have a cycle helmet on though 
Not clever, (vaguely funny in points) and a huge proper bollocking from hubby for even attempting it.
Luckily I only had to negotiate deserted rural lanes and didn't meet any traffic.