Apart from three or four clipless moments, two proper prangs. One where I swerved round a speed bump at speed, only for my shoe to slip out of the cleat, my foot then shooting forward in between the wheel and frame, just as I was straightening up - or not, as turned out to be the case. Multiple lacerations, blood everywhere, then pads the size of a beer mat taped to knees, hip, thigh, forearm. The second, just hit a massive pothole going downhill...pretty similar upshot really. Can't help feeling I'm living on borrowed time, 'cos the last one was several years ago now...
(Interestingly, arguably, both times my head was completely unscathed. Some kind of survival instinct rollup? Don't know. Like they say, 'it all happened so quick'.)