Reminds me of a story....
A buddy of mine who I hadn't seen for a decade or so was out in his driveway when I was out for a little ride on my then "new" America. I rode in to say hello and show him my new bike. He was impressed with the bike and with seeing me after these years and we talked quite a bit. I couldn't help but notice he had a brutally fugly scar on the inside of his right leg. He explained that he had been out riding on his HD last summer, wearing shorts, and when he came home he pulled into the garage to park the bike. Some how, he lost his footing, lost his balance, and the bike, still running, fell over to the right, pinning his leg under the exhaust pipes. He hit the kill switch and shut it off, but there was no way he could lift the thing off his leg. He screamed for his wife, all 100 lbs. of her, and she couldn't help him lift it either. She ran to a neighbor's house and finally got some help and they got the bike off his leg. There was little damage to the bike, but the leg was fried up like a hamburger...
So don't beat yourself up too much John. It can always be worse....
