Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: this little incident happened about a year ago, but i was looking in the mirror today and realized that the scars are still very obvious and so i thought it was worth a post.

every year, my family rides what is known as the seagull century. the seagull century is a 100-mile bike race that winds it's way through the beautiful countryside of salisbury, maryland. it's one of the most popular centuries on the east coast due to the flat ride, open roads and often (except for this year) perfect autumn weather; attracting thousands of cyclists from across the nation. my family is no exception. even though the majority of my siblings are in college and my parents are both very busy, we all make it a point to gather some close friends, camp out the night before then all ride the wonderful race together the next day...it's quite a good time, really. 

that is, until i decided it would be a good idea to salute a cow and ruin the day for everyone. 

but i'm getting a little ahead of myself, the story truly begins at 10am on september 27, 2014 just before our group hit the 20 mile marker on our cycling adventure. we were climbing a rather steep incline and it was just starting to dawn on me just how long and painful this ride was going to be when i noticed a little something peeking over the top of the hill. curious, i kept my eyes on the strange object until we crested the hill. 

that's when i saw it for the first time. the cow. the giant, paper mache cow. now at this point, i think it's important to catch you up on a little cycling etiquette. in order to avoid wind resistance, cyclists will often ride in single file about 12-20 inches off each other's wheels, if not closer. that being the case it's critically important that bikers are able to communicate with each other to warn of potential dangers, signal a turn, indicate slowing, etc. in order to avoid crashes. we often rely on pretty simple hand gestures to pass along messages quickly (i.e. sticking your arm out left means you're turning left, left hand low with palm out means you're slowing down, etc.) one of the most commonly used hand gestures is pointing down towards a hazardous object on the ground like loose gravel, a pothole, roadkill, anything that could cause bikers behind you to fall. 

now that you know that little piece of information, back to the cow. 

there it was...in all of it's glory. a giant, paper mache cow sitting on the end of someone's driveway facing majestically towards the rising sun. to this day, i don't know why that cow was there. i've never seen it before and i haven't seen it since. perhaps it was an overachieving third-grader's art project, perhaps it was meant to attract stray cattle wandering through the countryside or perhaps the owners of the house just wanted to screw with passing cyclists...the world may never know. however, i do know that whoever assembled that cow out of assorted newspaper clippings and flower-water took great care in making sure they captured every possible detail. my friends, if you can imagine michelangelo's "david" transformed into a paper mache, holstein cow you'd be getting close to the creature i saw that lovely autumn morning.  

in order to better admire the artistic genius of whoever assembled the great beast, i took my eyes away from the road and turned them onto the detailed cow. the creature was horrible, yet beautiful at the same time. every portion of its body, udders, head and hooves alike had been painted with the upmost care. i couldn't tear my eyes away. suddenly, in a moment of pure esteem and respect for unknown artist, i took my right hand off the handlebar of my bike, turned my body towards the cow and gave it a long, military-grade salute. 

what i didn't know at the time was that to rider in front of me had just pointed to the ground in order to warn me of a large chunk of asphalt that was sitting in the middle of the road. 

i finished my salute and turned my eyes back to the road just in time to see my front wheel hit the rock at full speed. my bike came to a sudden stop, but i didn't. i barely had time to whisper the word "crap" before i was hurtled headlong over my handlebars as if i was launched from a catapult. i soared through the air like a bird for a good two seconds before i ended my flight by sliding several feet on the cold, hard concrete. the pain was similar to that of taking a cheese grater and sliding it rapidly across the skin and, needless to say, i cried out in agony. but my little adventure wasn't over yet. i looked up and saw about six other bikers heading directly towards me. 

do you remember how i said that cyclists tend to ride 12-20 inches off each other's wheels? that's all well and good until a crash like this happens because, when it does, they have absolutely no time to react and it creates a sort of domino effect. when i went down, my bike fell horizontally across the road causing the rider directly behind me to flip over her handlebars and land directly next to me. the cyclists behind her, now seeing there was a crash, did their best to stop but many were moving too fast to stop and drove headlong into the wreckage, falling every which way. some landed on top of my bike, others rolled into the cornfields adjacent to the road and a lucky few were able to weave their way through the chaos. onlookers and the riders ahead of me did their best to pull people and bikes off to the side of the road. ironically they put everything at the feet of the giant cow...as if to pour metaphorical milk in my wounds. 

that day i ended up in the back of an ambulance. i had severe road rash traveling from my right hip all the way to my forehead and the front tire of my bike was so bent from the impact that it looked somewhat like a square. not to mention i injured two riders directly behind me and put about four more at serious risk...all because i had to salute a paper mache cow.

TIFU by Saluting a Cow