I believe that's the term my mom would have used for it. On this morning's bike ride, that's the direction I went. Hubby said something about looking at something... and I did. Apparently, I turned my handlebars with my head. There must have been some braking involved, as well. Funny... I was there, but I'm not entirely clear on the order of events.
Needless to say, I was merrily riding along and then the ground was fast coming at me. First full flip I've done since my gymnastics days many, many years ago. And my helmet served it's purpose. I distinctly heard the ding as the top of my head hit the pavement, but my head is little worse for the wear.
A few bruises, but mostly my ego. Got the icepack attached to my left hand so that I can still type. That's the important part, right?