For some reason, I have bad luck on bike paths, sometimes.
Once, I rode a section of the Colorado Trail which runs from Copper Mountain toward Leadville. I was riding with a group, and we were all riding pretty hard. Twenty miles of off-road riding went by, with numerous stream crossings on small log bridges, and long stretches riding over rock fields.
I rode all day, without incident. Then, as we got back to the paved bike trail which would lead us to the cars in the parking lot, I leaned a bit too far to the right, put the muddy part of my tire tread on the pavement, and fell down right in front of everyone.
Much hilarity ensued.
A few of years ago, I was headed over to Mount Falcon, on the Bear Creek Bike Trail. I was training for the 24 Hours of Moab, and I wanted to get some long rides in. Riding to the mountain, doing the Five Parks Loop and then riding home would give me a 65 mile ride on a mountain bike.
As I was riding along, I saw a mother and her teenaged daughter pull off of the path, ahead of me. I slowed down, to a walking pace, and asked if they needed any help.
Then, I lost my balance, couldn't get unclipped from my SpeedPlay pedals, and fell down in a heap.
They didn't need any help, but I'm sure the two women probably thought I needed some.
I don't know what it is about bike paths, but they seem to be hazardous for me!