Chugging up a hill in Manhattan when my rear wheel suddenly seized. I got thrown down. My elbow took most of it, except for the right thigh, which took a blow transmitted through my phone, my keys, and the blinky that I knew I shouldn't have put in my pocket. Right there in the middle of the street, pedaling, upright, then WHAM. Down.
Though the new Nashbar Trekking bars bent at an amusing angle (pics coming), there seemed to be nothing wrong with the wheel. Karma may have played a part though. I had just pulled away from a confrontation. The guy in the Nissan who did 45 mph to beat me to the red light didn't appreciate my open amusement when I rolled through the empty intersection. Now, we've all seen "Bewitched." Is it possible he stuck an invisible road pump through my spokes using magic?