These are all pretty impressive,
my worst was what I call a body dig, Failing a tap, I scraped from the bottom of my shin to my knee, the shorts saved my higher leg bit, and then from my waist to my neck, as I was riding t-shirtless, which I will never ever do again! The amount of blood on the floor made my mum think I had been brutally murdered, the trail of blood from the wall to the sink in the house didn’t help much either.
Luckily I didn’t have to pay for the new carpet (the old one was white!)