When I was 23 a car did a u-turn, drove into the side of me on my Triumph 500 motorcycle.
Bike carried on sliding up the road, in gear, throttle open.
I could hear the poor bike in distress, with the engine revving higher and higher, I knew I had to be quick, I got up from the road onto my feet, that's when I noticed one of them hanging off, just swaying a few inches above the ankle.but that wasn't going to stop me, my bike was in distress and I was going to save it.
So I got down on my side, and dragged myself, near severed leg dragging along behind me, maybe 100 yards, until I reached that bike and could turn it off.
No human has ever been as loyal to me as my bikes and I will be loyal back to them.