Glad to hear you're at least "reasonably" alright, Grimm. Sucks, I know from firsthand experience. The ex and I were just in a similar accident a couple years ago. (She flew off the back of the bike and eventually wound up with a new knee and all sorts of other problems, while I just limped away with a broken right foot, a million tons of anger and about 6K worth of damage to the K9.) To this day, still pisses me off the immediate response of the uninsured bitch that hit us...Soon as Val pushed herself up off the pavement and went after the uninsured bimbo that hit us, steadily unleashing the ephitat-filled diatribe that she did, the chick that hit us exclaimed, "This is the thanks I get for stopping?!" Any other time, especially when traveling in downtown St. Louis like we were then, I'm usually traveling with the company of Mr. Smith and Wesson. But thankfully for me, at least, that night I wasn't. Cuza I'd've blown that bitch's head off right then and there!!!
The simple fact is: People in cages don't pay attention to us, no matter how loud we are (and I'm REEEEAL loud! Plus my trips forward were actually BEYOND her front bumper). So 9x outa 10, I have absolutely ZERO sympathy for the unobservant/ignorant/self-centered cell-phone conversing morons that hit us. Way I see it, after such an accident, we ought to be allowed to inflict the same injuries on them that they inflict on us!!! Then maybe at least some of that would change.
All I can say is: TAKE THAT M'FER TO THE CLEANERS!!!