...is not the usual thing you expect to hear from someone who fell of their bicycle.
Recently, Littlestar and I picked up lovely new Trek hybrids (7300s) with the intent of doing more riding and less driving for local errands, and for fun. She just got hers, but I've had mine for a little while and, shame on me, did not practice on it.
This matters, inasmuch as I am not at all good on a bicycle. I had one fairly briefly as a kid, but my neighborhood, by reason of steep hills and fast cars, was not bike-amenable. So as it happens, me on bike with loaded panniers equals unbalanced. As we were riding, I caught myself pitching to the left and, deciding that hitting the part of the street cars use was bad, leaned back to the right (still falling, but now not in front of any cars).
I was happy that, without thinking, I did a perfect softroll out of a fall. I stretched clear of the bike, my right hand touched down, then I rolled up my right arm, over my back, to a soft stop on my left side. Nice to know that I still have all that ingrained in me.
So, while feeling duly foolish for not having practiced with my lovely new bike, I'm happy that I still have all those reflexes I trained in from martial arts over the years. Other than one tiny scratch, I'm completely fine. But no more panniers full of stuff until I've practiced more.