There I was on the Marin Muirwoods crossing Garland, had just stuck my right arm out to signal a turn. I braked a little with the front brake and turned into a section of the store's driveway that was maybe an inch above the street. Apparently, I had the brake on stronger than I realized, as the front wheel stopped and didn't want to roll over the driveway lip. The bike wobbled and was trying to decide if it should fall over or send me head over handlebar. I think at this point I might have reflexively hit the rear brake which sealed the deal - the back wheel popped off the ground and me and the bike did a bit of a sideways cartwheel as I managed to get one foot on the ground. Classic Wileydog slow motion crash.
As I got me and the bike up off the ground I looked in the doorway and saw nobody was there to appreciate my gymnastics, but there was a car at the intersection that probably did. Nothing broken, just a little bit more of my pride gone.
I've done just about the same thing out on the trails as I did today on the street. Around town I tend to use the front brake more, but I've noticed when trail riding I have to be careful when using the front brake. I'll be rolling on rocky ground, or tree roots, and apply the front brake just a little too much and the front tire will come to a stop against the rock or root as I've applied too much pressure.
The plan today was to ride in the afternoon to Riverside or High Drive, but things took longer than expected. We did get a walk in with the dogs on the Centennial trail near the Military Cemetery to Ft. Geo. Wright Drive. These boys can't be denied.