Two road bike falls to my name. The first was as a newbie road rider on a too-big frame with old tires. Trying to keep up with BF on a winding downhill I took the turn too sharply, hit the gravel on the edge of the road and wound up in the gravel on the edge of the road, winded. My mtb skills were not particularly useful that day.

Second was on my custom ti bike, going downhill to the light at on edge of my neighborhood. Lo and behold the light was green (first time I'd ever hit it green), so I got all hot, took the 90 degree turn way too fast, and slid most of the way across two lanes of the road, the folks with the red light watching. My bike slid all the way to the curb. I jumped up, thought "I gotta get out of here", collected my bike and got up on the sidewalk. Fortunately, it was cold and I was covered head to toe in various combinations of wool and lycra. Rubbed a big hole in my tights, and an even bigger hole in the sleeve of my wool jersey, so I got some road rash over my other road rash scars from mtb. As I replayed the mental tape, I realized I was descending like a mountain biker through that turn, and the geometry of my road bike really calls for a different style .

My most spectacular crash ever was on my townie, when a volleyball popped over the "safety net" at the sand court and hit my front wheel. Over the bars, knocked out, black eye, scabs head to toe, bit a hole through my lip. Total 4th of July buzz kill .