I was lucky enough to keep the handlebars straight enough not to buckle underneath the Blazer. My jeans were soaked with gas from the ruptured tank. Glad there was no sparks. Came to a stop and I flopped over the front, hit my head on the tire or fender and blacked out. When I came to, there was nearly 40 people on each side of the street and two guys playing tug-o-war trying to pull me off. I walked away from this on my own.