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