On my 18th birthday I was riding my motorcycle when I was run down from behind by a drunk in a Ford Transit.The bike was pushed in front of the van for 1/4 mile,I got my leg from under the bike,stood on it and then climbed onto the front bumper,hanging on by the windscreen wipers.I could see the guys inside the van and they were fighting over the wheel,the driver swerving all over the road to fling me off...the bike was scraped off by the armco.I stayed on the front for another 1/4 mile,then as they slowed at some lights (red of course) and turned - I jumped off backwards and to the side.It was a pretty good jump,I cleared the curb landing on my feet...the momentum made me fall backwards,but I turned it into a backwards handspring,landing on my feet again.
The van speed off and I ran back the other way to my bike.I came across my brother who had been in front of me....he had seen me go past on the front of the van in a shower of sparks.He was looking for my body on the side of the road,sure I was dead.We waved down a taxi and headed for the Cop Shop,my brother was really wired and nearly decked the cabby when he asked for a fare.
While we were in the Cop Shop giving our story a guy rushed in saying they had just killed some guy on a motorcycle.His friend who was driving was holed up at their place with a pistol.My brother looked at me and I gave him a nod - he took to this guy,had him by the throat and was slamming his head into the concrete wall.It took 3 cops to drag him off.
The guy lost his license for 3 years and had a $75 fine....but he was still allowed to drive during the day for his job.I have never had a good opinion of the justice system.
That was in 1971 - I was back on a bike the next day,and haven't stopped riding motorcycles since.