You may want to read Laura OLPH's report on her blog about the ride today and my... uh... incident. We finally went to pick up my car, and while we were there, Laura persuaded us that I should get my wrist x-rayed to be sure that there's no fracture. There's not, but there is a wicked sprain, and I have a most picturesque wrist brace (that is actually helping quite a lot). I also have five stitches in the forehead, and a dramatic assemblage of road rash; I could model for Harvey Dent.
Laura thought my handlebar might be bent. It doesn't seem to be on first review, but I haven't given it a close look, nor have I tried the shifters. (The bar was twisted around to one side, but I was able to adjust the stem to fix that.)
I feel so stupid.