I went down today, on my way home. First time since I was a kid maybe 50 years ago.
Guy stopped at a stop sign, I was coming to the intersection with no stop my way, and then he pulled out in front of me. I hit the brakes, and I guess he finally saw me because he stopped halfway across. I had the brake levers in a death grip, and I now realize it is hard to modulate the brake pressure that way (if I even had the presence of mind to try that). I started to go over the handlebars, but ran out of steam about halfway there and just fell sideways to the pavement. I got up and, all adrenalized, barked at the guy (who got out of his mini-pickup) until I climbed back onto the bike and continued on.

I realized later, when replaying the incident the rest of my ride home, that he stopped for the stop sign, did not see me, started into the intersection but apparently saw me and stopped again, and in the end he did not hit me and even left a little room for me to go around the front of his vehicle if I coulda maintained control, so I felt a little bad for going off on him. And a lot lucky that I had no real damage to me or the bike.

Oh, and it was a hot day, mid-90s, so I had changed out of my work clothes and back into my shorts. Scraped my knee and hand but did not really even break the skin. Woulda ruined my work pants, I figure. Again, lucky, in a way.