Well, I wanted a new helmet anyway...
Ouch. That's the word going through my mind the most tonight. Just.... ouch. I was on nice little ride today through an area I'd been through dozens of times without incident, but this time was a little different. I dumped the bike hard, and it was pretty much all my fault. I had just reached for my water bottle when a car approached from a side street, and with only one hand still on the bar I did exactly the wrong thing -- grabbed a big handful of front brake. Needless to say, what happened next really hurt. I went over the bars and plowed my head into the pavement, and picked up other abrasions and lumps and bumps along the way. The only damage to the bike was a badly bent handlebar, and of course my helmet was toast. The driver stopped and checked on me and apologized -- I told him it wasn't his fault and thanks for stopping. I guess I gave myself a mild concussion, because once I got going again I realized that I was lost -- even though these were roads I'd been on dozens of times and I knew the route very well. Suddenly, none of the street names looked familiar. I rode slowly for a while and just waited for my sense of direction to return, which thankfully it did after a few minutes. I'm not normally one of those "Wear your helmet!" zealots, but I hate to think how much worse this could have been if I hadn't been wearing one. And this was just riding around on neighborhood streets, not bombing down a hill at top speed or something.
Wear yer helmets, kids.