Biking Fool over 50 goes for a fly

This past Saturday, my husband and I were biking the Glacier Drumlin Bike Trail. This is a very nice trail that runs from Cottage Grove all the way to Waukesha. I think it is a little over 50 miles. We have biked the entire trail, but never in one trip!
Getting back to Saturday's misadventure, we started in Lake Mills because I had to borrow my daughther's bike since as you may recall, my bike is in the shop after if flew off our bike carrier. We debated whether or not we should buy daily passes since I had forgotton our yearly passes at home. We did indeed buy them at $4.00 a head.
We got on the trail with the intention of riding to Jefferson, returning to Lake Mills and then riding the other way from LM toward London. That would give us a nice 20 mile ride, but the bike gods had different ideas for us that day.
Since our ride was going to be short, we did not bring our usually well stocked backpack. All we had along was our cell and a pick for my hair. ( I never do a bike ride without a pick to fix the bike hair) Oh, and our water bottles since the heat index was predicted to be in the high nineties. Our ride to Jefferson was nice. We did comment on the holes in the gravel trail. In fact as I bounced over one hole, I said to John, "Good thing my tongue wasn't between my teeth or I might have bitten if off!"
We turned aaround at Jefferson and headed back to LM. I hit the same hole going at a nice clip and flew off my bike. Let me tell you, there is nothing pretty about a 54 year old woman flying off her bike. Actually, I never flew, just held on for dear life, I think. I got up and accessed the damages. First off, luckily no one had seen me fall-always good for the pride factor. My knee was pretty scraped up since it had dragged along the gravel path, but other than that all other parts of my body seemed to work fine. Of course, we had nothing to put on the bleeding knee. My husband always carries a handkerchief, I know that is gross, but for once I wished he had one! But alas, the one time he doesn't bring one... He offered to tear his shirt for a make shift bandaid, but I didn't think he could get it torn, so I took off one of my small socks and held it on the knee. After a few minutes the bleeding seems to subside so we got back on the bikes and began the five and a half mile ride back to LM. As I was riding along my other leg was really hurting and I checked it out. I could feel such a big bump developing. I think I fell on the bar of the bike . The ride back to my daughter and son-in-law's was quick, I just wanted to get there and fast! I never felt so good to be done with a bike ride. We cleaned the scrape up and went on to Wendy's for lunch.
Now is someone trying to tell me to give up the bike riding? First the bike flies off the car and then I fly off the bike. They say bad things come in threes, so I am waiting for the third ball to drop. The Trifecta of bike riding, I guess.