My fall was a tad different.
Having (nearly) got over a Gym Bug (Her term, not mine) I headed for the outdoor race track alongside the gym, down the one way lane, wrong way of course, and into a metal barrier which the wind conveniently blew in my direction in order to teach me the error of my ways . . . down I went.
I got lucky; no damage to me or the bike. But that racetrack is sheltered from the wild winds we have right now and of course, a real bike takes some beating.
The racetrack is popular with walkers, and their dogs. . . .