Disney has a song: “Someday my prince will come…”.  In cycling that translates to: “Someday my crash will come…”  We’ll it looks like my someday arrived.  In a description that leaves out all the obvious adjectives, a rider on the asphalt path was going slow and weaving all over the place.  I’ve seen it way too many times.  As usual I announced “Behind you on your left” as I slowed down to approach him.  He turned around a looked at me which to me meant he knew to stay to the right.  BUT, nope…right when I got beside him he swerved over right in front of me.  After pushing him to avoid hitting him I drifted into the grass on the left side of the trail with my wheel getting caught in the groove beside the asphalt to which my front wheel turned and threw me off the bike.  Good old ‘tuck and roll’ saved my aging body with only a few road rash scars. The other rider was pretty banged up to where he walked away with his bike as he couldn’t get back on.  Of course, the next day I had a few sore muscles but overall I was surprised I was in good enough shape to get back on the bike and ride another day.  This is an example of where proper clothing is a must for cyclists.  My helmet didn’t have a scratch so it didn’t seem to hit.  My gloves saved my palms as both were worn through the fabric saving my skin. My jersey came out unscathed while protecting my shoulder. I think back of the days when I used to ride in a tank top, yikes.  The bike had a couple scratches on the handle bars and peddles but you’d never know it.  We all think it will never happen to me.  Well now I can check the experience box and hope I don’t have to check it once again!