I was riding my Dahon folding bike to work, and the weather was starting to get properly cold. But it was later in the morning, so any frost was fully melted (you now know where this is going).

I came up on a regular part of my commute, which runs alongside an elevated rail line. As I entered the shadow of the line, I thought to myself, "this would be a good spot for black--"

WHOOMP. Suddenly the street reared up and slammed me on my right side. It was so quick I didn't have a chance even to feel myself as not being vertical! I was grateful that day for the lack of a top bar. My hip and knee were sore, and after grabbing the bike and sitting on the sidewalk for a minute I was OK. A nice older man asked if I was OK and I gave the sheepish "nevermind me" thumbs-up.

If you think there's ice, probably there is!