That's still do it. I've cracked my ribs a few times. The last time was over 25 years ago when I had a few days off and spent it at my girlfriend's in Key West. It was the Fourth of July and the city put on a fireworks show over the bay. Rather than fight the mob on the pier, I went to the top of the tallest building in Key West, the La Concha hotel, and watch it there. By that time of day I was already pretty drunk but was fine to ride my single-speed beach bike the mile or so to the hotel. I brought a flask and sipped on it while watching the fireworks. A few others were there too. Heading for home I realized my steering ability was heavily impaired eventually resulting in a head on with a row of trash cans. It hurt so bad I didn't bother to pick them up, just picked up my bike and walked it the rest of the way to the house.
If you've never cracked ribs, you know it's nearly impossible to do anything with your torso. Not much to do about them either for several weeks.
