Everything was great until i wiped out on a freshly painted crosswalk. Yeah, don't flame me, but this crosswalk wasn't at a normal intersection. It is the only way to get across a fork onto a curb cut and a MUP trail. It just started showering, traffic was clear and I didn't notice the new paint. It's worse than ice. Wham! Road rash down my left side, cracked my helmet. But I was concerned more about my bike, and only the brake hoods got scraped up.

Made it the rest of the way to work, cleaned up and now more bruised ego than anything. I hate road rash...