That moment when your bike gets tangled in reeds because the people who work for the mowing company are on strike (good for them) and you tumble into on-coming traffic (not good) because the sidewalk is literally the only path you can take that's safe and a car driver honks at you because you're wobbling, struggling to get your bike upright, in the way, and forced them to make a sudden brake lest they get involuntary manslaughter charges.
Like, I'm sorry. I'm trying to get my bike back upright after eating asphalt. I know this a two-lane road and you want to get the stoplight behind me before the light turns red, but you can wait the full minute it takes me to stumble around to get oriented. I'm bleeding, covered in mud and dirt and possibly ants, and trying to move my limbs which are protesting every single movement. You've got the AC in your car- I've got the sweat from my scalp running into the scrapes on my face, not to mention everywhere else that's not covered in mud, grass, and ants, and am trying to get my limbs to stop locking into place everytime I try to use them. Please wait the (nearly?) minute and a half it took me to stumble myself and my bike over the curb and back onto the sidewalk.
No, nono. Keep honking your car horn, it's not going to make me move any faster good sir.