A year ago it was on this ride, my first ever to Powell Butte, that apparently I hit a car and got knocked out, leaving me with no memory of the entire incident. I remember thinking what a wonderful day it was to be riding down the Springwater Corridor. Next thing I remember is waking up in an ambulance. It was a very trippy, unique experience and, not being very injured, I rather enjoyed the novelty of it. And the uniqueness continued. It was my first ever ambulance ride and then the first time I'd ever spent four hours in an emergency room getting carted here and there for various scans and tests. My car insurance covered the medical costs. Fortunately I did no damage to the car, but since I hit it on its side and was a terrible witness for myself, the blame was placed on me. However, I was going 6 mph (according to my bike computer) and was halfway through a crosswalk on SE Stanley that drivers turning off Johnson Creek Blvd reached in less than 40 feet. Plus, the driver admitted she never saw me--just heard me hit her car. I think blame is debatable. Let's leave it at that.