I decided it would be cool to jump from a moving car like in the movies. Decided I’d do this at about 10 miles an hour. Needless to say, my friends weren’t really expecting this decision, and neither was I. But hey, that’s not really relevant. What’s relevant was that my first thought was “Drop stuff, combat roll, move on”. This was an excellent plan, and needed little revising.
However, I forgot that I am A. Lazy, B. Carrying a bunch of stuff, and C. Too large for the car. The end result was that I managed to hit my head on the top of the door and get my right leg properly ran over, and my left leg trapped under the rear wheel. To my credit, I was able to politely ask that the driver reverse before limping myself home on shock and disappointment, and swearing profusely out of the earshot of small children. Fortunately, nothing seems to be broken, and it’s just a righteous pain to walk.
So, yeah. That’s going on the list of skills to practice. I will not be bested by a Subaru, regardless of what kind of dumbass I am.