Not quite, but close. I got wiped out by a cager in an Astra in September 2003, and turned this:
into this:
The first I knew that things were not right was just as I was putting my feet down coming to a stop - the sound of tyres under uncontrolled braking (AKA a full-blown skid). I just had enough time to think "hmm, sounds like someone's getting a bit out of control - oh shit, that sounds like it's coming closer CRUNCH" when I was "taken from behind", as it were. It was as uncomfortable as it sounds.
My bike was shoved into the taxi in front of me, which proceeded to hit a BMW and a Holden Calais which were in front and next to it (cha-ching!). Meanwhile, the force of the impact bent the rear sub-frame up, flinging me, my belongings, and my seat into the air.
An off-duty ambo (on his way to work) who saw the whole thing estimated I got about 3m of air, did a neat somersault, then managed to come down more or less on my feet, before falling to the ground right between the Astra and the taxi. Lucky boy, says I.
I dragged my sorry arse off the road, and checked myself for dangling/bleeding bits. Nope, all good. Ambulance came a few minutes later, stuck me inside, and carted me off to the hospital.
The next few hours consisted of being poked, prodded, rolled around, and so forth, while the hospital staff tried to work out if I was dead, alive, injured, or just mad. They had a vote, decided on mad, and let me go home.
Pretty much everything I was wearing was wrecked. The bike was a complete loss. I got a lovely bruise from where my mobile phone was sitting on my hip, and was stiff and sore for a few days.
So, let's have a look at some more photos.