OK boys and girls, here's what happened:
I was riding out from the house over to Briarcrest Square in Hershey to meet up with the Harrisburg Bike Club. I was about halfway there, had just crossed over 322, and the chain flipped over & out off the big wheel. I looked down, saw it dangling there, and in the blink of an eye, it snagged and sent me airborne. I went over the bars (which probably looked pretty freakin' cool) and landed on the left side of my back and squarely cracked the base of my skull on the pavement. Speed at the time of the crash was about 26mph. I skidded a little bit - twisted my left foot awkwardly as I didn't come unclipped right away and it went the opposite direction from where I went. I got up, pulled the bike out of traffic and collected myself on the shoulder of the road.
The part that was scary was that I was dialing, and dialing and couldn't get a hold of anybody. So I tried posting to Facebook in the off chance my wife was logged on or something. Eventually I wound up dialing 911 because you just don't mess around with head injuries. They sent an ambulance and police to respond. The nice folks checked me out and recommended a trip to the ER. I was eventually able to get a hold of Heather and she met me to collect the bike and escort me to my check up.
Well, as it turns out, the doc is pretty sure I'm gonna live. No broken bones, just a foot sprain, deep bruise on my left arm, and some an egg on the back of my head. He made me get a tetanus shot since I skidded along the road, and figures I'll be bloody well sore, but bloody well okay.
The bad news is that my bike is bloody well ****ed.
Thank you to everyone for your concern. I appreciate it. Thanks especially to those who tried to contact my wife. She was scared because apparently it was a phone issue. Her phone never rang, but then all of the sudden she had a dozen missed calls and messages from me. Go figure, right?
Anyway - I'm back home now and resting. Need me some Excedrin and a nap.