Yesterday I was out for a nice ride, 60+ miles, and had finished about 45 miles. My route required that I ride through some in town riding. As I was going from red light to red light, because of the proximity of cars, I had to stop in a depression, not really a pot hole, but enough to cause me to start losing balance. I try to pull my right foot out of the clipless pedal and, of course, pull myself right over and fall. Nice. A couple of bruises and hugely wounded pride. I must do this once or twice a year.