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Sounds a bit like what happened to me in late '08.
October 22 is burned into my memory; I was commuting to work on a brisk, cloudy morning, sporting my brand-new gloves, cold-weather gear, and trusty helmet. I was feeling good, energetic, loving the crispness of the air, and the roll of the bike as I gathered a bit of speed on the slope.
I slowed just a bit at the corner, ready to keep rolling -- when I saw, out of the corner of my eye, oncoming traffic.
Don't trust your feel for the brakes with new gloves on.
I flipped over the bar, dead-sailoring into the asphalt, landing on my head and right shoulder. Cracked the helmet in two places, and my collarbone in five. Off the bike for seven weeks. Now, I won't even leave the driveway on my bike without a helmet.
The local courthouse's metal detector didn't alert to my metal plate; maybe the airport can get some bells ringing....
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