I was second in a small group when a tricycle in front of us slowed down. I took my right hand off the hoods to signal “danger right” when a dog, who may have been spooked by the tricycle, jumped out into the street and in front of the lead guy. A split second later, my front wheel was overlapping his rear, spokes hitting his dropout with with loud TWANGs and tires rubbing.
I don’t remember what I did but I kept the bike upright. A rider who saw it said I managed to clip out. I don’t remember that either.
A flurry of apologies and few km’s up the road later, I noticed nobody would take my rear wheel.
…guess I’m “that guy” now, eh?