First of all - no video I know, I know. No photos and it didn't really happen.
I don't post every little owie and trolley track tribulation here. I hit the deck at least once a year. Goes with the territory.
But on the way home tonight...awesome!
I am rolling on my Jamis ATB hardtail/rigid fork through the park with no hands sipping from my water bottle at maybe 15 mph at most. It's still light enough to see but I am running my NightRider on strobe anyway. I pass this broken section of asphalt every evening no prob that stretches from curb to curb - no getting around it - and a chunk is missing near the middle about two foot by one foot and ten inches deep (see where this is going?)
I manage to get my right hand back on the bars but the front wheel hits the hole anyway. The bike kinda springs up in the air - wobbles like a big spring - then comes down nearly sideways giving me plenty of time to say !OH****! out loud. I hit the ground expecting a big hurt but no...almost like landing on a giant pillow nearly on my back. Then sliiiiiiiiding for a bit looking up at the sky and majestic oaks. I stop still clipped in at least one foot and both hands now holding the bars (more or less). It took me a full 15 seconds lying dead center in the road to get away from the bike.
I look around. Not a soul in sight. Just sounds of tennis players nearby. I look at the ground and it looks like I was torpedoed - U-Lock over here, water bottle over there, and the bike a full 20 feet from the hole!
Time to inventory the body. No blood squirting out. No bones visible. That's good. My ring finger on my right hand seems mildly sprained at the second knuckle. I have a 2mm piece of skin missing just past my glove on the thumb of my left hand. And a nice hematoma rising on my right shin where the crank hit it ringed by a couple of minor scratches. My helmet is flawless. My white dress shirt is unmarked. My backpack is OK. When I get home I pull down my shorts at the mirror and see why I didn't feel the impact. My right butt cheek has a muffin plate sized red mark barely visible. I later find that my sunglass case was crushed inside my backpack, but the glasses survived somehow (clip-on style).
As for the bike. The chain got inside the right crank and took some time to carefully remove it. Wheels are fine. Rear rack scratched up. Handle bar end plug the same. Rear derailleur scratched and the hanger is bent a tad. Seat is twisted a bit and scuffed on the edge. I rode it home with no issues.
So my arse cheek and backpack (full of clothes) took the impact. I swear I felt nothing. A tad sore now, but I'll be riding tomorrow not doubt. Man, that really came out of nowhere. Who ever thought balancing on two wheels would be a good idea anyway?