The next things happened very quickly. A small building blocked a clear view to the bridge. As I passed the building, I saw a car, a dark VW-Golf, driving with greet speed towards me. Before I could brake the car hit me. In a reflex I threw my arms before my face, to break the impact and to protect my face. Unlucky I was, this was not sufficient. My arms sticked like glue on the broken front window, but the rest of my body slipped to the side over the roof of the car. With my head first I made a free fall off the roof, hitting the hard rocks of the street with my nose and front teeth first. The perfect Face Plant. In the distance I heard the remains of my beloved bike landing near the building that blocked the view. I lay on the bridge, with my face still on the street. I was still conscious, but it became very quiet around me. It was 8.25 a.m.