Many years ago I was riding a friend's 650 Triumph down a very busy two
lane road on the way to get gas. Some kids were flying a kite at a high
school. The kite became tangled in power lines across the road from the
school. This scared them so they dropped the string which proceeded to
drift down just in time to go over my windshield and under my helmet.
Before I could get the bike stopped, about two hundred feet of cotton
string drug over my neck.

Because it was a burn, no blood ensued but you should have seen the look
on the gas station guys face as he filled the tank. (remember full serve?)
For a month or so, I was afraid to tirlt my head back for fear it would tobble
off the pivot.
I still carry that scar to this day.
Jim