I'll bet that wheel hub would have glowed in the dark before or as it turned into a solid mass. It could have been worse, had it branded you in the a$$.
Never did any high speed runs with the bikes as a kid. Towed a few contraptions behind snowmobiles way faster than ever should. Mostly those turned out to be bad ideas, also.
I would rather have had that Branding on my azz, than the nice 'tatoo's I still have on both my forearms today...
the only GOOD luck I had, was my pal turned around, and came back to help me untangle myself out of the mass of wreckage, twisted up all around me... and get me up off the ground... I immediatly crawled down into the creek at the roadside, and laid in it moaning and trying to 'scrub' the skin and debris off my arms... OMG... that hurt bad... then we tossed the bike into the car, and when I got home, I snuck into the house and wrapped my arms up so my mom wouldn't see....
the next day, at school, I was trying to get my gym teacher to let me 'sit on the side', and when he made me unwrap my arms... sent me to the school nurse.... who promptly scrubbed the livin'crap off both arms with PhisoHex, and a bristle brush.....yeeeeeeoooowwwwwwwww...
it healed, but she didn't get all the cinders out, and I still have tatoos