Originally Posted by
ricohman
I want my routine back.
Oh, man ... do I feel that.
My last serious crash was occasioned by a 25 MPH front tire blowout on a descent. I ended up with a broken collarbone, 4 broken ribs (I gotta drink more milk), and the mother of all road rash. There were places near my knee where it looked to be scraped to the bone.
And as I was laying in bed in the hospital, my mom and sister came to visit. My wife was already there.
My sister looked at me and remarked:
"Well, maybe this will finally knock some sense into him."
My wife's response was perfect:
"If you really think that, you don't know him very well."
