My year began like the OP's, on the American Tobacco Trail. 43 m in, 3 m to go, and a little switchback, on sidewalk, to get to the crossing area. My nice tubulars had a little dirt/mud on the sidewalls. Boom, I'm turtle-backed on the sidewalk. My arm still looks a lot like OP's, through a long sleeve jersey and nice jacket. The bike was fine, a scuff on the R drop end. First ride on the Cinelli Centurion.

One car stopped, asked if I was OK, and I said, in true Red Foreman fashion, "yeah, but I'm a dumb a$$, I think!" He laughed, said "nice bike," and took off. As he drove off, I noticed the bike rack on the back. I imagine he was agreeing with me.