My most spectacular bike wreck occurred on a town ride when my boyfriend said "go left", and of course, I went right and T-boned him at a fast speed as we crossed paths. He was very particular and meticulous about all his mechanical toys, be they cars or bicycles, and I expected him to blow up at me immediately because of the mechanical damage done to both our bikes and the scratches on the paint. Although his expression was ominous while we wiped off the blood and cinders, all he said was "I knew I should have pointed."