The bike made a large screeching noise as it scraped along the asphalt with me (I think) mostly on it. The first thing I could think of was "I wonder how many people are seeing this". After I came to a stop on the ground I quickly picked up my bike and straightened out the handlebars and slowly putted away to the next side street were I could inspect the damage. Other then my scraped up bar ends, everything looked OK and my leg had a pit of pain but nothing crazy. My adrenaline was still pumping so I plugged my pack-sack battery which was disconnected during the crash and quickly but cautiously rode home.
I got home and noticed more scrapes etc... along the bike but surprising nothing broken. I inspected my helmet, jacket and pants but they had no signs of wear at all. My leg must have absorbed most of the fall. I imagine it will be sore for the next while but I got lucky. I can't believe how embarrassed I was at the scene instead of being concerned for injuries etc... Moral of the story is slow down on corners and a good reminder that although lucky this time, I am not invincible. That could have been a lot worse and I came close to an early end to riding this season.
