Well, I knew it had to happen eventually. The bike and I parted ways mid ride this morning. I got up early (5:00 am) and planned on doing about 20 miles on the Katy trail before it get's hot. It was a great morning, beautiful, partly sunny, very light winds and around 75 degress. I was having a marvelous time. Riding along, reached down to get my water bottle and hit a crack running down the center of the packed lime trail. Bike kicked left, I kept going forward (inertia really does work). Ended up sliding off the side of the trail into the cockle burs. Both the bike and I came out of it pretty well unscathed. I ended up with a small bit of road rash on my left hip, a cut on my left thumb and an embarrased look on my face. The bike ended up with a small scrape on the right brifter and a small scrape on the right side of the seat. Jumped back on and finished out my 22 miles.
For those of you who are familiar with the Katy trail, this occurred about 1/2 mile west of Matson, between Matson and Klondike. So if you see what appears to be a drag mark from a dead body, that's me.