And then folks, you have the EXCEEDINGLY RARE few who will walk away from an accident like that, though it becomes their "Come to Jesus" moment.
Buddy of mine grew up south of Salt Lake City. 21 years old, he got himself a beautiful green Kawasaki Ninja, back when they first came out with the model. Had the bike 3 days, decided to take it for a spin through Provo Canyon. Winding the bike up to about 70 - 75mph around curves that are rated for 35 - 45 at most in many cases. Wearing Levis, a tank top, and flip-flop sandals. Goes whipping around one of those curves, weaving into the oncoming lane with the centrifugal force of the turn, and wouldn't you know it, coming around the curve at the same time was somebody in a Porche. My buddy's bike contacted at the passenger side headlight and flipped around, embedding itself in the Porche's front fender panel on the passenger side - ejecting my buddy, of course. He left the bike so forcefully that his Levis stripped the paint from the bike's gas tank, he remembers distinctly flying about 50 feet above the Porche, and continuing downrange another 150 feet or so before landing in the gravel on the roadside. He was scraped up around his legs from his landing, but the paramedics and the hospital could find nothing else physically wrong with him.
As I said, it was his "Come to Jesus" moment. I met him, and served for a time with him as a missionary for our church.