Fourteen months ago I crashed at speed going too fast round a corner on the road and the only thing that saved my bacon was after leaving the road and before plowing into a solid object was a great pile of hawthorn bushes about six foot high that some farmer had cut down and piled up presumably to burn, and I went straight through the middle and just stopped the other side of them. My bike suffered no damage what so ever, but my legs were stinging like hell with all the thorns stuck in them, but it still made me cringe last night to see that splinter in that leg.
The funny side of my crash though was, I wonder what the farmer thought when he saw his carefully stacked pile of hawthorn all flattened.