But not for long. Went clean over the 'crosser's handlebars, under braking into a hairpin. Oowwww, my wrist hurts. When I first sat up, I thought, "shit, it' gone dark!". It turned out that the helmet's peak had been shoved down over my eyes, displacing my goggles. That'll be a new jersey, possibly a new lid and a side order of confidence, please. Oh, gravel doesn't taste as bad as I expected.