My uncle was a motorcycle rider. He was struck and put into a coma. He came out and began riding again. Later, he was struck by another motorist and was put into a coma again. When he came out of it, he had to relearn everything like a baby. He was never the same again. It stole who he was and replaced him with a mean tempered shell of a man. He was later killed when his car settled on his chest while working on it. So, in conclusion, cars kill, I guess. *shrug