Ouchies! Where does the Band-Aid go?
I once drunkenly ran into a barbed-wire fence at full speed. Stopped me dead in my tracks just like a cartoon with my legs and arms sticking straight out. But it was winter and I was wearing multiple layers. I didn’t get any puncture wounds or cuts, but the resulting bruise looked like someone hit me with a baseball bat in the stomach.
I couldn’t imagine hitting it at racing speeds after being struck by a car wearing nothing but Lycra. Hard as effing nails.