I can't even remember the last time I had a mishap on my bike. I'm usually pretty careful. Today I was riding some of the Fox River Trail over by Chicago. Cool huge rat looking thing made out of old bike parts in one of the towns by the way. I took a pic. Anyway, a small portion of the trail crosses a road, goes along a fence behind some houses, then loops back, crosses the same road, and proceeds on.
As I came around the curve of the first part of the loop, there was a park district Dump Truck on the trail. It was close to the fence on one side, with a small (but adequate) space on the other side between the truck and some trees. There were guys on the back of the dump truck trimming branches.
There were a lot of small branches hanging down, but they weren't big so I decide to just ride through them.
I slowed down a little (thank God) put my head down and went through the little curtain of branches. All of a sudden I felt like someone had leveled me with a bat. I went clear off the bike. Uh....you know what sticks out of the sides of dump trucks? Big honking mirrors. They were lurking behind the little branches. I have a nasty bruise, bump, and cut on my left shoulder, and it's sore as all get out. Most of all, my pride went right in the crapper.
My fault entirely. If I am going to have a wipe out like that, I wish I could at least record it.