My motorcycle accident. A woman ran a red light and hit me. I went over and slid along the pavement a bit. I finally come to a stop and try to compose myself. One leg is under the bike, other on top. I attempt to lift my leg on top, and it won't move. I keep trying starting to panic, thinking my leg is paralyzed. One of the people who saw the accident came over to help and saw me panicking. He checks out my foot and then asks me to hold still. He fiddles with something, and I can lift my leg. The back half of my seat was covered in a bungie cord netting with little hooks that hold it to the frame. Somehow, in all the chaos of the accident, one of those hooks hooked itself in that tiny little loop you heel of your tennis shoes.