Motorboats are your friends.
Broke my neck once at school on a crashmat, had to wear one of those stupid neck ring things. Didn't think much of it at the time, was too worried about the grinding noise when I got up off the floor. No spinal cord damage though, lucky bugger I am.

Got run over by a motorboat once. Went to a big sailing race (56 boats) and rented a Laser dinghy, cos the race was at a different club than the one I usually went to. Of course, they didn't bother to tell me that there were big fuckoff cracks in the hull about 2 feet long.

It was during the second day of racing that the crack finally gave out, anf the hull began to fill with water, making the boat unbalanced and making it capsize every few minutes. Eventually it reached to point where the boat was really starting to sink, upside down. I spent the good part of an hour or so trying like mad to not decend into the watery depths.

After my 40 somethingth capsize, a rescue boat came along and tried to bring my boat up. No luck, even with the rescue man giving a hand. Another rescue boat comes along, and the driver told me to jump in, as I was dead on my feet.

Of course, if you are cold, hungry and have been hard at work for the last hour, you can't jump very well. I managed a sort of spastic collapse over the side of his boat, and suddenly the slipstream grabbed my legs and ripped them under the outboard engine.

Thus envigorated by the threat of amputation, I dragged myself aboard and fainted. It was only later, as I was drying myself off, that I noticed the semi-circular four inch long gash across the inside of my right leg. If the driver hadn't shut off the engine in time, I would have lost my wedding tackle and a good part of my stomach.

Scary, to say the least.
(DarkLite swallowed my entire undercarriage, Fri 26 Nov 2004, 9:23, Reply)