LOL, quill traps are rather dangerous, but hey, what else to ride on an otherwise pc rig?

Once i pulled up at a red sign and this absolutely stunning girl was rapidly talking in Italian on the phone, on a modern Ridley with some expensive looking kit. The light turns green and she starts of at a very brisk pace, but me being a macho idiot hung on to her back wheel. So it's my turn for a time in the wind. Everything goes smooth, I add a dollop to the speed and she effortlessly followed. Enter the turn. We had a sudden sharp turn in a residential area, and coming in at a good clip, we banked hard. Way too hard. I totally forgot i wasn't on my eggbeaters that day. My Campagnolo quill scrapes the deck and I almost spiral into a disastrous crash, but I managed to save it - barely. She spurts ahead, muttering something jocose in Italian, leaving me with nothing but a very, very hurt sense of pride and a nick on my pristine Record pedal.