My light caught a tiny stick in the MUP one dark and stormy night. I had been riding gingerly because of the layer of wet, slightly composted, leaves on the path. But in my genius move of the year I jammed on the front break while also trying to swerve around this tiny little stick. BAM! Just like emeril. I just lay in the pile of leaves and dirt with about an inch of water laughing and laughing. My winter getup is permanantly stained orange (from the leaves I guess) to remind me of that bone head move.
What made it really embarrasing is that it had been 5 days since a previous crash on wet leaves had tweaked my brand new front wheel (brand new because of an accident 10 days before that).
My wife, being the sweet heart that she is, made me a sign after the third one, which hangs above my bike in the garage, "This family has gone 15 days without a commute stoppage accident"
She loves me!