Crashing

I crashed the other day on my commute home.  Got off the bus at the Park & Ride, dumped my bag in the milk crate on the rear rack and headed out.  The bus passed me heading up the street and pulled over to the right pick up lane for another passenger.  I started to pass him on the left, first checking traffic and making sure the bus driver saw me.  Good to go.  What I didn't see was that the town had begun the repaving process on the street by removing the upper portion of one lane and leaving a drop off on the lane that I was in.  Not much room to maneuver between the drop off and the bus and my front wheel went off the edge and the rest was what seemed like a choreographed slow motion head first crash into the side of bus, slipping down the side of the bus and finding myself on my back tangled in the bike and looking under the bus.  Bus didn't move.  I pushed my bike away and slowly got up.  Someone shouted asking if I was all right.  Bruised but OK, my head protected by my helmet, I limped over to a side street to collect myself, take a bike damage inventory and head out again.  What took only seconds seemed like some type of time warp.  Shit happens and it happens fast.