Lets see. I have a number of wipeouts.

Old Trek steel bike that had downtube shifters. I'd ridden 25 miles to the start of club ride. While leaving with my friends the shifter for the rear was loose and flipped downward at a six o'clock position. When I went to turn the front wheel it hit the shifter and I smacked down hard on the pavement in the middle of an intersection. Hurt my neck, skinned my knee, but was far from home. I did the club ride with blood trickling down my knee, then road home and had a good 75 mile ride. I was much younger then.

Story number two: Commuting back from work on my way home. Traffic was heavy and I took a few shortcuts, one of them on a sidewalk (I'll never do that again). As I came to a cross walk at an exit from a strip mall, a pregnant woman was doing a "right turn on red" and smacked me down onto the pavement and out into the street. Bent my wheel, and screwed up my neck (again) for a few days. She stopped of course, and was white as a sheet and shaking like crazy. Then I felt bad and thought "man I hope she doesn't have this kid in the parking lot". She actually called me up three days later to see if I was OK and needed anything. My cynical side (which is huge by the way) thought she was probably trying to avoid a lawsuit. I recovered.

Third story: Commuting home from work (another job and location), came around a corner on a quiet street, caught my front wheel in a deep trench-like cut in the road left over from sewer repair and down I went. Long story, but basically was knocked out cold, had a convulsion while passing out (I remember that part), neighborhood girl and her mother found me and called 911. I broke my collarbone, messed up my hip, and was sore as hell for weeks. Took 6 weeks to get over the break and a year to get over the weird feelings of dread in my head. Strangest thing was that I totally lost all desire to eat chocolate and could not stand the taste of coffee. Both of those had been favorites before the crash. Thankfully that only lasted a year or so. I'm back to full strength espresso and like those brownies

I probably sound like "Crash-prone Guy" but those are minor incidents compared to others I've seen and heard about. Great lessons learned from my experiences though and I'm a better and more careful rider as a result. Oh I forgot about last summer when the dog that chased a bunch of riders and I was at the back and he cut me off I went down in a major flip, missed the mailbox at the side of the road and tore up my knee pretty badly. As a result I basically hate all dogs on the loose. They and their owners all deserve time in jail or a morgue.

I guess that isn't too bad considering I've been riding for over 35 years.

Be careful out there.