So i am getting gas in my bike at our local gas station today. Kinda mindin my own business when I notice this car out of the corner of my eye trying to manuver into position to get gas. I was looking at the car thinking to myself where the hell is the driver of the late 80's to early 90's crown vic. I see the car moving but no driver. Then I see the dents and scratches on the back bumper obviously a cleveland yellow pages would probably fix the old ladies issue. Then I see the rear bumper rapidly approaching me at a decent rate. Mind you the nozzel is still in my tank and I am sitting on the bike. Obviously there was not enough time for me to yank the nozzel out and begin to move my bike. The damn old lady is still backing not hearing me screaming to stop nor feeling me kicking the car. she backs right into me pinning my right leg between my bike and her car causing me to lose balance and knocking my bike and i right over the kickstand. The bike landed on my foot so now I have a car that is pinning my leg on my right and on the left my bike has my foot on the ground. She then stops gets out of the car looks to see what she hit cuz she felt a thump. in the meantime a state trooper just pulled into get gas as well and see this going on. Tells the lady to move her car. someone had called the Fire department (just so happened to be the one I work at) The lifted the bike off my leg. Broke some toes on my left foot and my bike has a few scratches, but for the most part just another statistic of the old cager not paying attention. Yeah I am pissed about the bike, but it could have been way worse than that.