The crash was taking longer than I thought it should, so I jabbed my ungloved hands onto the roadway to slow things down. I was promptly whiplashed from a seated into a prone position. This drove the back of my helmet into the concrete hard enough to break the helmet, my glasses and chip the enamel off my teeth. I came to a stop flat on my back in the middle of the highway, like a slung retread. Tires were squealing, horns were honking, and cagers were performing evasive maneuvers to avoid running me over. Counting myself lucky that my helmet didn't snag on anything, I dragged my bike over to the breakdown lane, collected my thoughts and rode home. My neck was stiff for two weeks.