I was in one crash back as a child. That was a mass crash in the early evening, because most people didn't kept the braking distance -- our car was hit from behind. We drove home with a bent metal cutting into one wheel...

But I was also in two crashes with a bike. In one, back when I 'cycle-commuted' to school in then West Germany, I took a turn at speed, and found a car too close to the corner at the end -- the next moment I found myself on the asphalt beside the car, with my bike just falling down from the sky on my head. But only one teeth broke.

_{*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.}