For the past too damn long, I've been working on building a bike. Well, I had pulled together a bunch of free time from work, so I decided to finish it off Tuesday. I left the shop I was working on it at as they were closing, with a more-or-less brand new bike, got on, rode two blocks, grabbed the front brake, and since I forgot to loosen the front brake up it instantly locked the front wheel, sending me over the bars and chin first into the ground. Luckily, the house I crashed outside of heard it, and, what luck, they're the guys that volunteer at the shop I had just left. They take me in, help me get cleaned up and settled down, tell me I'm probably gonna need stitches, and help me get home. Really cool people. I eventually go to the ER, and yes, I got a deep stitch or two plus eleven superficial stitches on my chin, plus some road rash on my left arm, my left collarbone, my chest, and my jaw joints hurt. And I think I got off lucky; my jaw could have been shattered.
Oh, yeah, my bike? Got a couple scratches on one of the brake levers, and that's it. No other damage. I'll get it trimmed up before I go out again, but...