This is a very belated post! Pretend it was published in 2018.
It was a chilly, wet day riding to work on the morning of October 3rd, 2018. Though not raining, the road was dearly holding onto the last rain’s remnants.
I only had one turn left and I’d be in my employer’s campus area, two turns and I’d be in my lot. But almost there is not close enough. As I was heading downhill in the right-turn lane, I began to slowly ease a little brake pressure as I knew it was wet. I also saw the first painted arrow coming up. I made sure I and my bike were upright and heading straight ahead before crossing the arrow. It did not help! Boy, I tell you the instant my front tire touched the paint (with water on top), I was on the ground! OOooommmppphhh! No split-second recovery here. It happened incredibly fast, like the bike shot over instead of fell over. BAM!
The two vehicles behind me graciously did not run me over.
I was curious and went back to the scene later to see where I went down compared to where I stood up when it was over. I reckon I slid about 40 feet on the asphalt. I was probably going about 40 MPH or more when I went down. Whew!