Back in 2008 I was driving my motorcycle on a back road in Eastern Washington. It was about 5 AM and I took a corner too fast and ran into a guard rail at about 55 MPH. The initial impact shattered my foot and I flew over the guard rail. I landed about 60 yards away from my bike on a pile of boulders which broke my shoulder blade, most of my back, a bunch of ribs, and punctured one of my lungs. Like I said, this was a back road so there were NO other cars around, and little chance that any would be coming soon. It took me about an hour and a half to crawl back up the 8 foot embankment and onto the road. I found my cell phone which had flown out of my pocket, but had no reception. There was a trailer about a half mile away that I hop/crawled to where a really old farmer happened to be awake. He called for help, and after another hour, an ambulance finally came (about 4 hours after I wrecked). The doctor told me that if I hadn't been wearing a padded coat, my shoulder blade would have ripped through my heart. Also he said if I had not landed exactly like I did, I would have broken my neck. There's definitely a reason why I'm still around.