Broke my pelvis when I was 11 years old - first day of summer vacation. Hurt like hell, then six weeks on crutches.

Interesting contrast in medical insurance and care standards between 1974 and today: after the accident, I spent five days in the hospital, in traction most of the time. Now they just send you home.

Cycling content: after the accident, which occurred on a construction site, we were all afraid that we'd get in trouble -- our parents had warned us not to play there. So my friends propped me on my bike, got me rolling, and I rode the three blocks home. Got to our steep driveway and tipped over.

Heal up, OP, and stay off those damned MUPS. I'm glad we don't have them around here.