Hand of God? Hell no, he let burning Lucifer after me.
Years ago while riding my long gone Colnago at an event I went down with spectacular fashion. All in front of large group of riders eating at the organized rest stop.
Prior, there was a small paceline of riders on high zoot stuff. Riding solo, I came from way behind and smoked passed them. Still had some miles to the next rest stop. Anyways, it was a fast clip and one final descent on smooth road. Furthermore, I wasn't aware of the rest stop coming up and my approach speed was near top end. This rest stop was right at a corner with pea gravel all over this smooth asphalt! Lost it big time.
Ended with a massive rash of stones embedded into my back and skin. A fine bloody mess, shredded shorts and shirt but the Colnago unscathed! Some very attractive gal working the rest stop tried to help with some bandage, but it wasn't much. With a good andreniline, the sting wasn't too bad plus being in a humid 90 degree helps. I just scrapped the blood and crap off my back, rinsed with water and went on.