20-odd years ago, at Sand Hill Ranch. I'm a 20-odd year old midle-of-the pack sport-class rider w/a decent sprint & pretty ripping BMX skills, leading the pack on a sexy new polished aluminum Klein w/a Tange Switchblade fork(the most GAWDAWFUL rigid F/F combination imagineable- upon hitting any kind of bump it was a complete crapshoot as to which way you would bounce). As I hit the downhill on the first of 3 laps, I knew I'd very likely get passed as the bike just didn't descend well. In fact I could hear a guy coming up behind me, so I moved over to the far right/outside of a very wide, flattish left hand sweeper & prepared to relinquish my short-live lead. As this BASTARD came by on the inside, he clipped my handlebars w/his & spat my skinny ace to the ground HARD. I was SO PO'ed- I gave the guy the whole damned road(it was a good two car-width dirt road)& he needed to pass so close that he crashed me. I rolled to a stop, bounced back up & took stock: nasty, dirt & rock-encrusted rash on both shins, both knees, scrawny chest, back & a nice fat lip. Effen a-hole- I knew I wasn't going to finish all that great & was making every effort to let the jerk by.
I have pics somewhere- I'll try & scan them in & post. I was a mess; I finished but looked like Rocky Balboa as played by Olive Oyl