Hmm, now this is reminding me of the time I hit black ice in France. Middle of the night, riding along a back street, I turn left...then suddenly I'm sitting on the ground, confused as all hell.
(I had 17 crashes that year. Didn't have a helmet. Or lights. How did I not break anything? The worst thing that ever happened was my FD would get out of alignment. My solution? Kick it back into place. Oh to be young and naïve again...)