Amylee,
The first time it happened to me, ironically, was on Hwy99 in your neck o'the woods(central Ca), some 35 years ago.(as the camera soft-focuses we go back to the year 1970)
I was 18 and riding my '66 BSA 650 Lightening and my friend Kenny was on his '69 XLH Sportster. We were on our way to Yosemite to PAR-TEE with some other friends. Just before we hit Fresno, this semi merges onto the highway and BOOM, promptly blows one of his rear tires, no more than maybe twenty feet in front of us. Now this is 1970, remember, and what kind of self-respecting 18 year old biker is going to wear a "brain-bucket".
Well, long story(made mercifully)short(er), I sported a very nice purple-ish blue bruise on my forehead, just above my left eye(surprised it didn't spell-out the name...FIRESTONE), while trying to wow the "chicks"(as we called 'em back then)in Yosemite Valley, with my tales of how tough a guy I was, to be able to fend off an exploding truck!
Dwight
(glad you're okay)
(ps....Kenny? not a freakin' scratch)
