Back in the mid 90's I was on a plane that had to make an emergency landing. We were flying from ORD to Alt and came down in Nashville. We were at cruising altitude and the pilot came on and said something was malfunctioning which explained the smell and smoke in the cabin and Nashville was 100 mile away. Told the flight attendants to ready the cabin and to put everything away. They hurriedly went threw the aisle collecting everything and instructing the people who were sitting by the emergency exits. He brought that plane down so fast it was amazing. I was looking out the window and the ground was getting closer and closer and all I could see were woods. Finally saw a freeway and then a runway. We landed out on the runway where the Fed Ex planes land and were met by firetrucks and ambulances. Pilot slammed on the brakes and the emergency exits flew open and the flight attendants were yelling "go, go". Got in line and slide down the slide that inflates from the exits and when we hit the ground were ordered to run away from the plane. Looked back and guys in hazmat suits were spraying the plane down. It was quite something.

I hit some gravel and lost control of a motorcycle (while hanging onto the throttle) and flew off at about 60 mph according to friends. Got lucky and fell into a roll on the gravel. The blood coating everything but my head freaked out everyone, including the intake nurse, but a good amount of gravel removal with a wire brush and shitload of stitches was the extent of it. Until the adrenaline fully wore off and the full pain hit.