March 26,1986, Philippines. I am on a Honda shadow at a dead stop with my blinker on, waiting for oncoming traffic to pass so I can turn left. The last car passes, I let out the clutch and begin my turn. Five seconds later I am on the ground in the middle of the street with a broken leg and only four fingers on my left hand. The drunk that hit me did not know he hit anything even though he had no windshield and there was an extra left pinky on his seat. The thing I remember most about the "accident" is the initial impact of the car hitting my helmet and my helmet hitting the pavement.
Fast forward September 26, 2010. Turned 54 yesterday. Feel great, don't miss the finger at all (well except when I go through a drive thru I always drop the change) So I am riding my hybrid at the local bike trail and as I cruise down the incline prior to the hairpin turn that I have taken 200 times before, I notice the pavement is glistening a bit and there are many leaves and a lot of pine straw. I would like to pause for an announcement...I am not the brightest bulb in the pack...thank you. So I tap the brakes and realize I am no longer riding the bike, it is riding me. So I hit the pavement hard. This is my first crash since I began riding bikes again and OUCH!!!!! Shoulder is jacked up, road rash on the face and knee, and my hip is not quite right. But again the thing I remember the most from today is my helmet hitting the pavement and scraping along for 5 or 10 feet. I sure am glad someone was smart enough to make sure I get one.