When I was on the second to last day of my tour in the Czech Republic/Austria, we got on a bike path. We were riding along, when we climbed up a hill and came to a stop. We had to cross a busy street and get back on the path, which was now on the other side of the road. I was feeling very good about zipping up the hill, so I didn't really scope out what I had to do, or I just got cocky. I have very bad handling skills for right turns, especially sharp ones. So, normally, I would have rolled up the curb cut, unclipped, and scooted with my foot down, through the turn to get back on the path. But, I didn't. I am not sure what happened, but the next thing I knew, I was rolling down the side of a ravine, into the woods, through a bunch of brambles. I was laughing, as I knew I was OK, the ground was soft. I finally stopped, and I screamed, "I'm OK," but I was still clipped in and I couldn't get up; I was afraid I would get dirt in my cleats and not be able to ride. One of the other guys on the trip got down to me before DH did, extricated my feet from the pedals and told me to forget about my cleats! I used my water bottle to clean them, and my skinned knee, and since I had brought my own seat bag, I had my leader supplies and put some antibiotic ointment on.
The trip leaders didn't even know it had happened until I told them on the last night. And the guy who rescued me, took a picture and showed everyone....