I fell off yesterday.
Toppled over at a T junction. Lesson remembered from the past: if the junction may be blind, stop, put both feet down and look before proceeding.
I ended up going so slow that as I realised I couldn't see safely to my left I toppled over. The feet remembered what to do and the mind flashed 'it isn't far to go' and over I went.
It wasn't even slow motion; I didn't have time to polish my parachute roll although it would have been difficult with the bike between my legs.
I phoned Cycleman because he lends a sympathetic ear while he is laughing, and I felt ok.
An hour later I am sleeping and feeling distinctly unwell. The bikes 8 year old frame seems fine but my 70 plus
frame is telling me that it resents unexpected meetings with the ground!
Remonds me of the day I bought my speed machine and cycled it back through London to get home. I was going through the park and feeling pretty damn pleased with myself, thinking I looked rather cool (not at all like an eccentric old bloke to avoid). Nonchalantly stopping at the entrance to the park, toppled gracefully to the amusement of a bunch of teenage girls. Hope your bruises recover quicker than my pride.