here's a quickie:
I used to know a guy here in La, he was from Ny. He broke vert. in his back in a motorcycle
He used to race bicycles and do an occasional track event--- well-- doctors told him after several surgeries just to get him to stand-- that he would never ride anything again--- well,
He got angry one day ( ex-messenger) and took his custom colnago track-- got on the damn thing with a full face moto hat and decided to ride---the last time I saw him he was riding his track bike-- no brakes--
even though he couldnt walk straight-- he rode the sht out of his Colnago-- he showed me a license for his official use of it as a "cain" so he could bring it into rest. and offices.... the last time I saw him was about a year ago and if your out there--- YO!

Your writing style is identical to those phony stories that ask you to "pass it on to 10 people in the next 30 minutes or you will live a miserable life". Do you write those for a living? I am serious.

More goddamn hyphens than -- Emily Dickinson. Nice story, but I agree with the above^

Let me guess, a salesman?!

This is odd. I feel a strange and overpowering desire to buy a set of knives, a ThighMaster, and to send money to a Nigerian prince. Also, my butt itches. Weird...

Actually my dad was hit head on on his motorcycle last year. After he spent 6 months in a coma he had to have several surgeries he started off shuffling around the mall. He got bored with that and sitting around the so he purchased a bicycle. Now he is riding hills in the Napa valley area of California. He can't walk straight either.

OH CRAP! That's me! Hey man what's up!??

Sounds like a burly dude. Sorry so many people thinks that it's cool to hate. When did everyone get so judgmental, hope you find your friend.

I can't walk worth a damn for any kind of distance but why walk when you can fly ?