Approaching a stop sign on the Phillips today, still pedaling at full speed. There's no other way to say it, but the next thing I knew I was in the air and then skidding along the ground with the bicycle landing on top of me. I am uninjured save a few bruises. Traffic all around came to a stop.
I got up, laughing. What the H-E-DOUBLE-HOCKEY-STICKS had just happened?
Looked down at the bike:
Fortunately, I had a wrench, so I removed the front fender and that evil little stick (which, before taking the photo, I had removed in wonder and then replaced). How did that little sucker get in there?
Fender is toast. I liked that fender, too.
At this moment, I'm realizing that my left leg is aching some. I wonder if it's cracked.