Context: I am travelling at a high rate of speed on a friend's Yamaha 250 dirt bike. It is late spring in North Carolina. I am wearing no shoes, shorts and a t-shirt. I have on the best helmet my money could buy. I am starting to turn into a sharp left corner. Everything is good. And then, it wasn't.
Moment one: A small, white, sedan came out of the corner too wide. It drifted into my lane. I hesitated. And in that hesitation, coming up on the lean, I knew I could no longer make the corner.
Moment two: After deciding to put the bike down on the side, on the berm, after hitting something with the rear tired, I see everything now from above, I see myself flip over and land, the clutch lever into my side, and then flip again. I see myself stopped, standing, finally no longer holding the bike.