Yup, been in a bunch since I was little (dad driving) thru adolescence and a couple minor (could've been very bad) as an adult. Wanna hear about one I tell someeimes?
Mid-seventies, I am on my mother's (yes my mother's) new (130 miles) Honda 400 Super Sport. I have one of my best firends, Tim, on the back and we are zipping thru downtown Franklin on our way to a carnival. Perhaps I am going a wee bit too fast as I go over a wooden bridge. But as I did, I saw a girl coming out of Cottage street on the right. She saw me and hesitatted, but of course decided to proceed right thru. When she realized that she should have stopped, she decided to stop right in the middel of Main street, right in my way. She could have kept going, she could have stopped at the stop sign earlier. So she picked a compromise, keep going until she got right in front of me, then stop.
Thank God she had her window down! I hit that car with enough force to fold in the door and turn the new bike into a pretzel. I went into the car. She was the cousin of a classmate of mine. The helmet was turned halfway around my face, I was in her lap, and I asked her if she was all right.
I looked up and saw Tim's hands dangling over from the roof of the car - he had been tossed onto the top. He got off, I hopped out, we moved the bike to the sidewalk, and did the paperwork thing. I called my dad and he brought the Buick and we went to the carnival.