I crashed hard once, 27 mph downhill, and had an off-duty paramedic witness it while she waiting at a stop sign 30 yards away. She was out of her car and at my side with a first-aid kit before I even had a chance to fully sit up and collect my scattered sunglasses and water bottle. She then put my bike in the back of her SUV and drove me home, about 5 miles away, and then offered me a big bud of marijuana as a get-well gift. Afterwards I called her my Colorado Florence Nightingale.