Adz you were lucky old bean. And you now have something in common with me, except mine was a closer call. You definitely weren't hit, my good man. You would have had burnt armpits and a burnt arse-crack from the surface moisture being superheated.
Here's my close call: I was working a night shift in Johannesburg back in the late nineties and a bad storm was putting on a show. The rain was so hard that I decided to take the car from the hospital residence and drive round the block and park in the underground staff parking. The theory was that I could only get wet while getting to the car, and maybe a little bit while reaching out of the car window to tap my electronic pass on the gate reader at the parking.
All was good, I got in the car and drove round. I got to the underground parking entrance and wound down my window and reached out with my card.
And that's when the car got whacked. It was the same deal: more of a loud pop than any kind of Hollywood sound effect. Everything went white, the whole lot, and I froze. I wondered if my chips were being cashed in. Had there been any amount of urine or faeces available for evacuation, then the interior of that Ford Sapphire would have got a new decor :lol: