Mine was self inflicted......I was the dummy.
Riding to work a little after 4AM, heading toward the ferry.
It is winter, and very, very cold out, however, dry.
As you make your final approach toward the ferry, its downhill at about a 6% grade that is sweeping left.
Off to the right is a big cliff, the original land mass that they cut the roadway from, it very steep, with about 150 foot wall on the right hand side.
This hill was weeping water, that froze over once it hit the roadway, as thin black layered ice.....
You can't see it until you get right upon it, going DOWNHILL.....
I saw two fatboys go down, their wheels just came out from under them, so I was lucky in that sense that I had a better warning than they did.
I go on my front brake, with quick squeezing and releasing, hoping to slow my momentum...it worked to some degree.
I had both feet on the ground, I was literally skiing my bike at this point.
I was about to lay over, as I thought a controlled fall would be better than one not, as I could not turn to the slight left, and was heading to the curb, railing, etc...
That is when I saw a dry patch, and knew if I could make it to that ground, I could then gather myself up, and change my panties, etc....
I did, I righted the list, pulled my feet back up, gave it some rear brake, and aimed for better turf...the
toll booth.
I made it...and I thank the low center of gravity, not my skills, for saving my butt.
I watched 2 other bike bikes drop in the few minutes I was at the toll booth.....
These guys were mad, cussing, and blaming everyone about the BS condition of the road.
I just shut up.....