I have a strong suspicion that if I had hit the throttle and gunned it I could have made it across the two lanes safely, since this was the only car on the road, but I have no way to be sure, and I'm not willing to beat myself up over it. At the point where I decided my choices were either jam the brakes or get t-boned, and grabbed brakes and went down. I didn't get thrown, or skid, but I went down HARD. I've taken it down twice before this- once on my first day because I grabbed too much front brake, and once because an ass slammed on their brakes and stopped for a left turn with no signal, and after breaking for several feet I came damn close to her bumper and dropped it rather than chance a even a 5mph collision. Both times dropped the Buddy but barely scratch it (just the bevel and kickstand) and neither hurt me at all.
This was not like those. I pretty much DOVE into the pavement. I'll admit that I wasn't wearing gloves because it was warm and that was dumb- that's what I have some rash on my left palm. My left hand and knee took the brunt of my fall; my knee is totally raw yet my jeans don't show any kind of mark, which reaffirms my belief that these jeans are going to last forever (it's my favorite pair). My helmet hit, edge of my visor first, and the visor didn't pop off, so I'm impressed I suppose. However, once I was done landing my right hand was curled up under me and searing in pain. I knew something was wrong in the back of my head. I wanted to be optimistic.
The truck passed- but like 2 or 3 other cars stopped, I think, in the time it took me to convince myself to move, then stand up. Once I had my wits again, and the bike started, we drove back to Scoot Richmond so I could wash my bloody hand and rest a minute. I was trying to be optimistic, telling myself MAYBE I'm being a ninny and I'm okay, the pain will subside soon. No. The act of washing my hands sent me into a whole new world of pain. I started crying. Sappy things make me cry. Pain does not make me cry.
So I'm lucky that SR is awesome, locked the Buddy up for me so we could leave, and I have a PCP that is open til 8 with an xray suite. They know of a close by ortho-specific clinic that is also open late. Who was able to tell me, unlike the NP and my dr office- exactly how bad it is- I have a fracture just above my pinky knuckle, that comes specifically from jamming my finger/hand into the pavement in a perpendicular manner- which, correct me if I'm wrong, but gloves most likely couldn't have saved me from. This kind of fracture is at the beginning of the bone, and causes multiple cracks from the end down into the bone- if I could draw a picture, I would (or remember the name, I'd google and link). I won't know for sure until I see a hand specialist, but I may need surgery to put a pin or screw in to make sure it heals correctly- if it heals unevenly, it will rub away at the cartilage in the joint and make me all arthitis-y eventually.
Cast goes past my wrist so I can't drive myself anywhere, I have to go back to Lokky and my mom helping me. I'll be a gimp for my first rally

BUT
I'm not blood giblets, or legless. Sailor Scoot is fine, aside from maybe needing some new footpegs and bezel (entirely cosmetic). At this point and time I'm not missing any work, I can still work a register.
So all in all, I"ll go ahead and say I came out on top, given the circumstances.