It happened so quick I never saw it coming. I'd pulled out from behind a cargo van in the right hand lane to go around him and the only thing I remember to date is two white dots suddenly in front of me then nothing.... until I came to about a half hour later and was looking up at a fire fighter/paramedic staring at me. Within a few seconds I realized I'd been in a wreck and my first reaction was to do an internal audit of myself so I could let the guy know where I was hurting and wasn't. It was actually a bit surreal. I was fully aware of everything around me.... could even make out conversations between other first responders going on outside my minivan. The senses were all in overdrive. Knew I was going to have to deal with a lot of pain when they got around to removing me from the vehicle but it didn't matter. I was so focused on keeping them informed on how I was doing and I even threw some humor into it. They had to think I was nuts at one point. The only hesitation I had mentally was getting back behind the wheel for the first time after recovering a few months. Was actually still on crutches at the time and was more concerned with dealing with the long drive from my sister's home in Colorado Springs back to Reno where I was living at the time than anything else. In the last 31 years since the accident there's only been one incident that initiated a minor flashback. It was a few years ago on the Loop 101 north of Westgate. I was heading south when a car coming north from the Cardinals game lost control and went into and over on the cable center divider (before the concrete barriers) about 100 yards in from of me. Car rolled 2-3 times in mid air before coming to a stop on its roof in the southbound median. I was on my phone talking to the wife when all this happened and that probably kept me from freaking out worse. But I still had a chill run up and down all over me.