The perils of cycling...

I remember once, in a race, a guy in front of me hit the deck. I tried to bunny-hop over him, but I ended up hitting him with my front tire, which propelled me up into the sky, with my rear tire going faster than the rest of me, in a large, slow motion, arc, and me landing on my back with bike up in the air, tires skyward, feet still clipped in.

I had a jersey burn that made my back look like a side of baby back ribs and a very sore back. I couldn't raise my arms past shoulder level for a week.

The bike was OK though!