Last night, I hit a patch dirt while taking a turn. Sliding in the fine dirt and pounding my shoulder into some railroad track, I let slip my tether on my ride to touch the face of pain. I have a broken collar bone now, the simplest movement is painful and I may need surgery, I get to find out tomorrow morning. Yippy.
This is my first motorcycle accident, and I know very well how easy I got off. There’s a saying amongst bike riders: Its not if you are going to wreck, it’s when.
[tags]Troll in the Corner[/tags]