I had my first wreck on a bike Thursday. My mother passed away Monday night, and I was out thinking about her and just getting away from the whole atmosphere. I had just easily dipped through a hairpin on a road near my house and was just hitting my apex in the next turn at about 40 when a golden retriever ran out in front of me. I made the split-second decision to take going off into a ditch instead of high-siding over the dog, and jumped on the front brake. I felt the ass end rise up as I went off the tarmac and into the ditch. As near as I can tell, I leaned back enough to get the back wheel down and pulled it down on the left side. Just as I hit the bottom of the ditch, the low-side turned into a high-side and it threw me about ten feet into a big, soft pile of dirt. I remember skidding on my head and thinking it was pretty weird seeing the dirt and stuff fly by from the inside of my helmet (it was like watching a crash on a movie screen), and then the impact knocked the breath out of me. I laid there for a sec, asking myself if I was okay, and then I realized that I was talking to myself out loud, and started laughing. After I got up and found my wallet, my cellphone, and the shoe that flew off (I'm going to go look for my sunglasses later today), three people stopped and made sure I was okay, but just as I was turning to ask them to help me pick the bike up, they were gone. Thanks. The bike started right up and there was a shallow part of the ditch that I used to get out. I rode the bike the half-mile back to my house with all the stuff hanging off of it, and it's been parked in my driveway ever since. At the best, I just have cracked bodywork and a bent clip-on, but at the worst, I may have bent forks.
I've been taking care of my mom's house and estate, and the funeral was yesterday, so I haven't had a chance to really look at the bike.
Other than a bruised chest (apparently, I managed to hit the tank, the clipons, and the windscreen on my way over the front of the bike.) and some seriously sore muscles in my arms and back (from picking up the heavy sommamabitch), I am perfectly all right.
So, I guess, out of all the possible crashes that one could have on a bike, I had the best one. That doesn't make me feel all that much better, though. I didn't see where the dog went, but I imagine that he felt pretty bad, too.