Well its been about a month and this is the first chance I have gotten to write to you guys about my little accident. I messed myself up pretty good this time.
One friday night about a month ago, I had a lovely supper out with my son, and afterwards, I hopped on my bike and rode off. It was about 8PM when I turned down the road that was the last few miles of my commute home. The road is dirt for about 6 miles, and I am certainly fond of it, but that Friday something happened, because one minute I was riding down the road just as happy as a clam at high tide, and the next minute I am waking up a week later at Dartmouth-Hitchcock Hospital.
I have all my ribs broken, collarbone, and 3 subdural hematomas in my head. The brain is healed now, but the ribs still hurt and will take some more time before I will feel better. I have to walk with a cane, because I'm wobbly most all the time when standing. Hey, a cane is good... I had to use a walker for while, and that really sucked!
Yes, I was wearing ALL my gear. Its pretty obvious that my left toes would have been pulled off, but I was wearing my steel-toed boots that day. Thank God! What a serious tear in the leather of that boot! Also there is no doubt in my mind I would not have lived to write this had I not been wearing my helmet. You should see it. Amazing.
Even more amazing is not a broken limb. Arms and legs both fine. Stiff from the physical beating I took, but otherwise unscathed.
The funniest part about the whole mess is that I cant remember a thing. One minute happily purring along - the next in the hospital with tubes sticking out of me. Not even the faintest recollection, or feeling. Not even a slight apprehension when my wife finally took me by where a farmer found me lying in the road. Nothing. Nothing, and its disturbing in many ways.
Perhaps the biggest way is that my pride is funky now. I mean, my dad brought me home a mini-bike when I was 8 years old. I have been riding ever since and I have never been without a motorcycle in 40+ years. If any time would be right to label myself as a veteran rider, then this would be now.
Again, you'd think a veteran rider would not just crash all by himself on a lonely stretch of country road. It hurts the pride. For what its worth, the cop told my daughter it looked like I tried to skid the rear wheel and lay the bike down and come in sideways to avoid something. They also said there was deer footprints and scat (not mine) all over the place.
Well thats it for now. I'll be out of work for about two more weeks, even though Harley is pretty cool about it, allowing me as much time as I need. Its funny, I love working there. I love bikes, and always have, but I am thinking about making knives again... or not. Its a weird obsession. Tell you what; If I do go back into knives it will only be small folders that I make and if nobody likes them too effin' bad for them hahaha! :nice:
Hey any of you feel free to drop me a line, thats cool!
Congrats on the new job! -Matt-
So happy to see you :thumbup: I was just thinking about you in the last day or so. Sounds as if all is well with you & yours. Congrats on the HD gig :thumbup: Don't be gone so long. We missed you.....a lot 
