My folder is a a Revolution Compact, EBC's rebadged Dahon from c. 2008. Nice bike, bit heavy, but it really needs a different pannier rack to the one fitted.
In the end my decision was made for me. Once I'd packed my pannier for the day it was sufficiently heavy to rule out using the courier-style strap it came with and needed to be rack-mounted. Crosser it was.
The pleasant sunny morning convinced me I'd made the right choice. There were lots of friendly cyclists on the road, the peds were smiley, dogs suitably circumspect. Few drivers seemed to be out and about and all was well. As I sped up to Edinburgh, I realised I might even make the 9:18 XC service to Central and duly stepped on the gas.
Now riding at a fair old clip, I was on the 'home straight' to Waverley (Calton Road) when my left foot randomly unclipped itself...
...and next thing I knew I was in a Superman-style slide along the tarmc. As chin connected with Edinburgh tarmacadam I thought 'This really is gonna hurt...' and dully considered this wasn't going to end well.
<KKKKKERRRRRUUUUUUUUUMMMMMPPPPPPP!!!!!>
Evidently I have a Desperate Dan-style jaw as I took no damage (must be the beard...) other than a little tenderness here and there (I'll take my title-fight shot with Floyd Mayweather now please).
Damage report - road rash along one arm, a lightly skint knee and a dunt to one thigh (bit achey now). Small cut just above ankle.
Two workies dusted me off, scooped up my pannier and asked if I needed any help/something to drink/'a wee sit doon'. They looked genuinely baffled at what had just happened. Even more baffling was my desire to get back on my bike and ride off. Actually that was pretty daft.
In the end, I missed the 9:18 (drat). But the 9:30 was pretty quiet so no problem with the bike. If nothing else, I evidently provided a talking point for the tourists on the train since they kept looking in my direction...