well it happened. the one thing that ive always feared happened. i was on 49th street between 6th and 7th avenue in manhattan and there were all these rutts and potholes in the street. i came up on them kind of quick and when i got caught in this 3 inch deep rutt that was about 20 feet long the handlebars starting slappping real violently. i knew i was gonna go down. i didnt panic, i just downshifted and went easy on the break to try and slow it down and i went off prob around 35mph. i got real lucky. my head was the first thing to hit and my helmet did its job 100%, i didnt even get a headache! got roadrash all over my knees. forearms, shoulders and elbows and somehow my foot got caught under the bike and busted it. so now im hobbling around with a walker and super depressed. they towed my bike and its in some lot up on the upper east side. i didnt get to see the bike but after i was discharged from the hospital i went back to the scene and i could see all the oil that had come out all over the place. my friend that was riding directly behind me said that i was real lucky and i have to agree with him. ive fallen before but that was def the most scary time. a complete lack of control no matter how hard i tried to regain. a sense of helplessness. im also lucky i didnt get run over my my friend who was behind me or a car. argh, this sucks. time to take some vicodins. everyone make sure you wear your gear and get stabilizers, i really wish i had one, maybe it would have stopped this, who knows.