I got T- boned. Simple as that. I had driven up the connecting road to US One and within half a mile I was at speed limit, 45 mph and passing two cross streets near the Square Grouper restaurant. I saw the white compact entering on the right stop for the large pick up in front of me. Inexplicably it pulled forward on my approach. I knew I was fucked and I saw what was coming. With ABS brakes I just pulled hard on both levers on my Baby Burgman. I hit the sedan at the front wheel and I never lost conciousness. I’m writing these words from my bed in Intensive care at Jackson Memorial, Miami. I have a major operation in a few hours to reassemble my pelvis. I trust I won’t bleed out in the table but it is a possibility.