Compared to yours, I got off lightly. I got rearended while I was stopped to pick up a newspaper. I had one foot on the curb as I was getting set to head off again. The accident happened in 1974 and I still remember everything. It all happened in slow motion. I got laid out on the hood of the car, thrown off after sliding up the windshield and tossed across a concrete sidewalk whereupon I landed on my back on grass. I had bruises from head to toe, but no broken bones. I was fully back in business in a couple of weeks. My bike never fully recovered. Thankfully, it was stolen some years ago and I replaced it with something better.