Wet leaves, oh my God.
Schweeeeeee J a zing Grrrdddddlllnnnnngggggg.
That is the sound of my skin and bones grinding on the concrete.
What a nasty slider crash I had yesterday. Ya, it was a nice spring day and I was feeling zippy. I was going fast, and leaning into a turn.
Being ever so conscious of slippery spring conditions AND being an experienced ice rider, I leaned into the turn and kept the bike mostly upright. Still, as if some space alien zapped me with an anti-gravity gun, my bike just seemed to lift from under me - like judo style, and I landed sideways on the pavement.
I skid for about 3.46 miles give or take 3.4599999 miles. OWiee! The pavement has a nice flesh colored gleen to it now, but my arm and thigh; Icky!
The culprit was wet leaves on the pavement. They look innocent enough - maybe even pretty. It was those tiny spiral seed wanna-be things that drop off of maple trees in the spring.
Be careful, my friends.