Being hit by a Jag in March 27th 1986, I'd borrowed my mates bike to go for a job interview 3 miles away, I never got there, had a broken bone in my hand and a "few" in my right leg, when I say few, I mean the thigh bone was in three pieces and was poking through the skin and between my knee and ankle it was mush, I was told there were 26 bone pieces in and poking through the skin, it was that badly scrambled they spent six and a half hours trying to piece it together before they gave in and then I became a monopod, I'm still here though.
Alan(KG)
Oh, it did hurt a bit too