I have met the moron and he is me. I was coming down the MUP today and it was wet. So I turn onto a wooden bridge at around 16 or 17mph. Wait a minute my tire aren't supposed to go like that: oops, WIPEOUT. Water + wood = slippery. I assess the damage it appears to me in my addled state that the damage consists of an out of true front wheel, my front brakes being knocked askew and my right pedal being pretty much shredded. I push the brakes back into position and continue on my merry way. About 3/4 of a mile latter I hear the squeek of rubber on rubber and then POP. Oops it looks like my front brake pad has eaten my sidewall causing my tube to blow out. eff I am a good eight miles from work with a wrecked tire and a brake that will shred through any patch I put on it. I get off an commence to walking. A kind cyclist stops and point out that my wheel is not straight in my front fork and if I just straighten it out my pad won't rub even though my wheel is still out of true. Thanks Mr. Good Samaritan. I am a moron. So i straigten it out but what can I do about my tire. Ah ha I patch it with an extra large tube patch and continue on to work only pumping the front to about 60 psi. About 4 miles out from work a roadie passes me. Yeah someone to draft. So I let him pull me until he turns of about a half mile to work. Now off to the bike shop.