I'll have to replace my helmet, gloves, and shoes. The jacket was scuffed, but not damaged at any seams. The padding inside the jacket saved a few bones from breaking; my elbow comes to mind.
As I tried to retrieve my visor from the road, this guy slows down enough to look at me (not stopping, mind you) and I beleive he sees me point to my visor in front of him. Did he stop to render assistance, or at least allow me to pick up my visor? No. He sped off... shattering my visor. Guess he figured I didn't really need it.
The gloves did wonders for my hands. My pinky finger was layed over the two next to it. I looked at it and figured it was dislocated, so I pulled it out straight and reset it. Heard the familiar popping of joints being reset and called it good. It still worked, afterall. Picked up my bike and made note of damages, as well as checked for leaks. After I deemed it ridable, I started looking for parts. My hand is stiffening up by now. I located my visor (pieces, anyway), and my toe peg to the shift lever. Pocketed the toe peg: not sure why. Hand is swelling now. I flexed my hand a few times to loosen it up. Checked the bike for leaks, but found none. Crank cover will need replacing as it sustained some deep grooves. I checked myself once more for any injuries and hopped on the bike. After determining I could shift it, I started it up and waited a few minutes for the engine to explode. Nothing doin'. I rode it home and parked it in the garage. After a trip to the ER by about midnight, and 1200 mg (thanks Navy!) of motrin later, it was determined my finger was broken. Doc asked me who set it... I told him I did... his eyes got real big. Your body is capable of quite a few things as long as your mind is not aware of what you are trying to accomplish.
As soon as my hand works again, I can get started working on the bike. Til then I'll just order the parts and hold on to them as they come.