Good thing he was wearing a helmet.

I don't know why he pulled out, I've landed on my head more
times than I can remember, and it's never kept me from climbing
back on the bike.

I've gotten my bell rung more than a boxer, and it ain't fun. But one
time I did get back on the bike and rode to the hospital so they could take
care of a broken bone. The ride wasn't bad, but the service at the hospital
stunk. They wheeled me into flu ward, and I had to endure listening to all
of these slugs coughing and wheezing. What a bunch of babies. They all
thought they were gonna die. It was during a flu epidemic 5 years ago. I
can still hear them, " oh Doctor........please help ......me.....I
......can't ....cough breathe. I felt like slapping a couple of them, so
they could regain some dignity. If any place needed a suitcase of courage
it was that place.