I was coming home from work one morning, riding my motorcycle. A dump truck passed me on the left, I glanced at him. When I looked back the car in front of me was DEAD stopped.
I hit both brakes hard. The rear end got light, as my weight shifted to the front, then it skidded...Here it comes.
BAM! I was down and rolling along the road..Dear God don't let anybody hit me.
I stopped. I was still alive. My legs were shaking so hard I couldn't stand up. There was a woman standing over me screaming..ARE YOU ALRIGHT!
To make it gun related, I was wearing a Smith & Wesson 39-2 in a strong side holster. "OH DEAR". I had come down right on top of it. The gun was scratched up a bit, but not as bad as I was afraid of when I got around to thinking about it, after taking inventory of arms, legs, heads and other such things.
The cheap Uncle Mikes holster had even come through it in good shape. The retention stap was half torn but that was all. An email to Uncle Mikes asking about buying one, resulted in a free replacement.
Oh, and I had a BIG bruise on my hip. Don't wear a gun and ride a bike.