SUCH a spaz

We have a lovely bike trail just behind our condo complex. It's paved and next to a creek and lots of people use it for walking, biking, jogging, etc. From our house to Vasona County Park and back, it's just about 10 miles, which is a nice ride.
I decided to ride this morning instead of going to the gym. All was well. The weather was cool and a bit overcast when I left and it was a great morning for a bike ride.
At exactly the turn around point (meaning the farthest distance from my house) I had a little incident. I went through part of the county park and started to turn around on the road (which NEVER has any cars on it) and looked to my left just as I was about to turn. Wow. There was a truck coming right at me! I braked hard and skidded through the dirt and gravel and fell. I figured that was better than getting hit by a truck. Mr. Truck driver didn't even stop to ask if I was okay. Thank you very much. Not.
Oh yes, I always wear a helmet.
Long story short.... I feel like a dork. I banged up my knee pretty badly. It was bleeding and sore, but what could I do except get back on my steed and head for home. By the time I got home I had bled down to my shin. I actually took a picture of it, but Kristen deemed it too gross to post here.
So now I'm a middle aged woman with a boo boo on her knee because she fell off her bike. What a dork. Guess I won't be wearing a skirt any time soon.