I made it out this morning for a 22 mile ride. I was having a great ride, feeling good, moving along at a decent pace. I made it up a very short but steep hill and needed to stop for a stop sign at the top. Could not get unclipped at the top of the hill and over I went. Last year I fell around this time of year and broke two bones in my wrist so I was determined not to land on my wrists. Not sure how I did it but I landed on both feet on the side of the bike and the bike went down without me. There was a man in a truck laughing very loudly. When I looked up at him he said "Sorry for laughing, but thank you, I fell in the exact same place last week". Continued along on my way with nothing hurt but my pride. About 3 miles from home it started to rain, lightly at first, the came down heavy for just a few minutes. I hate riding in the rain. But I was close to home so not so bad. Took a nice hot shower and felt great.