In 1986 during a race, I comminuted (pulverized) my right collar bone, broke my right scapula and two ribs.

In 1988 during a final sprint, I broke my left scapula and two ribs as well as waking up in the hospital not knowing my name, my childs or what day it was. Oddly enough, I knew my wife's name and what city I was in even though it was 50 miles from home.

In 1989, broke a couple ribs in a downhill pack pile up.

1n 1990, broke my right scapula again.

In 1996, crashed on a downhill at 45 + mph and couldn't see out of my left eye for several minutes not to mention the worst road rash in my life.

Don't let anybody ever tell you racing is a healthy sport.