Hitting my head

Several weeks ago, I was riding my bicycle along a road in my town, near the end of this road, construction was going on and a barrier was put up to warn cars to turn. Now this barrier consist of two vertical post, with horizontal post on the ground weighed down with sandbags, on the vertical post are three horizontal orange strip plastic boards, that can be seen for great distances. Now I have ridden my bike past this barrier all summer long, but on this day in October, for some reason I saw it, put my head down, lost track of time, then looked up and it was ten feet in front of me and me traveling at eighteen miles and hour.

What went through my mind is that I didn't have time to do anything but put my head down and hope I don't get hurt to bad. I knew that I was going to get hurt as I have a recollection of hitting the barrier, my feet going into the air, flipping over. I don't remember hitting the pavement, but I remember sitting on the ground looking at the side of the road, and everything being blurry. I closed my eyes, then opened them again, things were less blurry, but still blurry. I moved to see if anything was broken, no broken limbs, there was a gouge on my leg, but that seemed to be the extent of my obvious injuries. Getting up was a difficult story, my body had just went from eighteen mph to zero in the matter of three feet and I think I was still in shock. There were people in a parking lot across the street who may have seen the whole thing, and asking if I needed to be taken to the hospital. Standing up, picking my bike up I told them that I was shaken, but uninjured.  After a few minutes, I got back on my bike and slowly rode off, two weeks later the only sign of injury was a 3" scar on my leg, otherwise I'm fine. The main reason that I was able to walk / ride away from this was that I always ride with a helmet on my head, I think if I hadn't had a helmet on I wouldn't have walked away.

Now, why do I re-tale this story, because prior to this I never wanted to act upon my feeling of getting with another guy. I had them, I masturbated to them, I even playing with a dildo in my ass (never really got it though.) Now after this incident I have met and had physical contact with more than one guy. I don't know if I saw the end of my life, or if something was jarred loose in my brain, or I realized that I'm ready for a mid-life crisis, but I made the decision to become a participant, and not just a passive observer of man on man interaction. Maybe I just needed an event in my life to say that "now I can participate" maybe not, but I have moved forward and now I think I'm a total top.