Limped back to my truck with an old MTB I once had. Came out of some unfamiliar woods and wrecked going down a hill. Sat for a while, recited my phone number, address, etc. back to myself (I fell hard!) When I decided I was OK to drive myself home, loaded the mtn.bike in the truck and drove home. The old bike had a quill stem, and when I fell, it twisted the handlebars around so they pointed in the same direction as the top tube. The truck was only around 50 yards away.