As my old man would say ¨Wasn´t for Bad Luck, you Wouldn´t Have Had No Luck At All!¨

In 2007, riding home from work, Jerk in a Speeding Porsce 911 turned left in front of me. At the end of my Panic Stop I went over the bars with LOC and diagnosed with a Moderate Concussion. I will save you all the gory details.

What bent my crank the worst? The cop on scene gave our ScumBagLyingLowLifeMFer a bye. Mr. Porsche A-hole committed a non-contact-hit-and-run. A Misdemeanor in California.

My trusty 1974 Schwinn/Panasonic Le Tour was lightly damaged and repaired in short order at a friends and family rate. Thank You Endless Cycle (bike shop, now gone)

That first commute back on the bike was a bit shaky. Me seriously in pain, my new wider handlebars took time to adjust to.

Did I think about quitting? Perhaps a bit, not seriously. Commuting 28 miles/day out of financial necessity had not changed.

By the way, if you have a nasty crash Stanford University ER is a good place to land! Excellent care, no broken bones. Yeah! 4-hour stay, $10,000 tab and my wife arrived to haul me off. You should have seen the horrified look on her face. Rest In Peace Esther.