I was going down a rough downhill section when I saw another cyclist coming my way. It’s mostly a single-track trail so whichever person is feeling the most courteous that day normally yields to the other cyclist.
The oncoming cyclist yielded to me but he kept going by just riding in the wooded area off the trail to the side. I was trying to figure out where he was going, I guess, and about that time I hit a root and flipped over my handlebars and onto my shoulder.
Fortunately, I was going slow so I was only bruised a little. To make matters worse, the nice guy stopped and asked if I was okay. Generally, I want to be left alone when things aren’t going my way, but I wouldn’t say I was embarrassed. I was more annoyed with myself than anything. It was a rookie mistake.