No Question; Bren! One riding destination should be off limits!
Dogs!? Oh Yeah!! Thankfully only one, and only a slightly torn trouser leg. But I dropped the bike and chassed that little sucker round back of their house only to see the owner rush the little pup into the house and fail to answer my knock on the door. Bottom line? Errant pooch was forever kept in the house at that hour from them on!!
I got some stitches from motorcycle spills, but nothing more than a couple scratches and some torn clothing due to a bicycling mishap, nothing nearly so traumatic as what you've gone through, Bren!
I did, however have that one incident that was entirely and completely MY fault!
Don't know bout Y'all, but if I look to the left, I tend to steer to the left, uh huh, yup.
Before I purchased a "real" brake lever mirror, I had a little inspection mirror attached to my helmet so that to look behind me, a simple glance to the left while holding my head foreward was all that was required to see what was about to pass me.
So, here comes this line of traffic up behind me, and on by to my left, as I think I'm staying right there on the edge of the road peddling along like there's nothing wrong with the world.
Staring at my mirror....while maybe twelve cars get by.
Number thirteen was a pick-up with pretty big mirrors. Next thing I know is I'm standing on my pedals; straps still tightly holding my feet in place while my posterior portions are sliding along the side of the truck in some surreal dreamescape until the truck was no longer there to keep Newtons laws from taking over and pulling me abruptly to Earth.
Thankfully, the truck was the last vehicle in line.
Rich.