I was in Minnesota for a visit, and my dad, my brother and I were heading on a small walk to the store. Me and my brother were on bikes, and so I was trying to follow him around. He was making wacky turns, and mindless twists. Well he took a sharp turn and zipped by a really busy street(St. Clare I think) just in time, with me about 12 feet behind him. Sure enough, I zip out there thinking it's clear, and bam.
It was more of me hitting the car instead the car hitting me. My bike left a nice deep scrape in the right fender. While, I had skin taken off my left knee, my left pinky was punctured and I couldn't move it, my left shoulder was evenly grazed, and oh the adrenaline. When we walked home to patch me up, I almost blacked out realizing what the hell just happened. Then, later on we went to a packed drive in movie, with Batman, and Hanrooster. :D