Holy expletive deleted! I ease toward the shoulder, but there's a curb. I think of hitting the horn for a split-second, but the truck is on my left-hand mirror. Bang! My front tire hits the curb and I'm down in a nanosecond. No telephone poles or road signs, just fairly soft grass. I'm flat on my back, staring up at people saying things like, "I'm sorry. I never saw you" ... "I'm certified in CPR. Please lay still" ... "Leave him alone, he's just pissed. I know, it happened to me once!"