When I was much younger I used to bicycle race all over the country. I averaged 10,000 miles a year on my bicycles at that time.
Getting through corners and steep turns quickly was one of the things that I practiced. Often when finding your limits you go a little past them and are left with the scars to remind you later.
One time when riding in the winter; when I put the brakes on to stop for a stoplight, I hit some black ice and immediately found myself on the ground and slid all the way through an intersection with a busy 4 lane road. Fortunately, it was early and there was no traffic.
Another time it was raining hard and I hit some gravel on a fairly sharp corner and slid all the way across the road and into the ditch on the other side. When I got I picked a large piece of gravel out of my elbow that I still have an impressive scar from... 35 years later.
There were many other crashes some during races where half a dozen other riders ran over me. But the two I mentioned were the most memorable because at the time I felt so lucky that a car or truck hadn’t hit me.