...and down she went with a "thud"

In the old days when we wore cleats, spills were inevitable, nothing like pulling up to a stop sign only to realize that you hadn't released your straps to take your foot out of the traps and over you went, BAM, what was worse was your pride cause you looked like an idiot or drunk or both. everyone does it some worse than others.

Good riding and let go of the fear of falling.

NOGILLS

Thanks all! I appreciate the support in my idiocy! Fortunately my head did NOT hit the pavement, so my helmet is fine. I actually had lots of traffic going by, so yippee skippy everyone in town drove by and saw me kissing pavement. I did my best "Mary Katherine Gallagher" and jumped up shouting "Superstar!" and laughing at myself. I did look around for sympathy from my husband, but he was long gone! He had decided to take a short cut to get ahead of me. (I ride much faster than he does so he decided this time to get ahead of me.) That gave me some good "guilt" points to redeem at a later time. "There I was lying, nigh unto death, bleeding on the sidewalk and you were racing home without me. Oh woe! Oh woe!"

Fortunately as a high school teacher, I am used to making an a$$ of myself in front of an audience. (Such as yesterday morning when I actually somehow managed to lose track of time, leave an HOUR early, and then had to call around to find out why my class wasn't there. Duh, I was not supposed to be there yet! Of course the teacher I called shared my idiocy with her class, so all day the kids were asking me what time it was.)

Fool thy name is Tory.