in 1992, i was riding my 10 speed home from a friends house in early august in temps of 100+, after i had been pushing go carts in the sun all day. i left my friends house, remember riding like 50 feet and the next thing i remembered was that a sherriffs deputy was waking me up and pulling me up out of a pool of my own blood as blood ran down my face and head from a gash on my head. in my small town at the time the deputy knew my family and my dad was allready on site. the cop and my dad loaded me into my dad's truck and i was rushed to the ER 6miles away. i was treated for my head injury, about 80% of my backside was raw with roadburns and full of imbeaded asphalt, 80% of the outside surface of my right arm from wrist to shoulder rubbed raw with roadburns and full of asphalt, a bloody nose and a cracked open skull. :shock:
TO THIS DAY, i still do not know what happened to me and i will NEVER get that 3-? minutes back! i was told i slumped over the handlebars, drifted off the road doing about 25mph and hit the side of a 3/4 ford pickup, me and my bike flying over the hood and landing feet away. after i was brought home from the hospital, i stood up in the shower as my poor mother scrubbed the asphalt from my backside and arms, trying my best not to scream or go down from the pain. ever since, i talk with aslight speech inpediment.
i swear everything in my story is true and the moral is to wear your helmet. my memory never came back, i hope the OP's does and i hope he can fully recover.