I was thinking today about when I used to ride my bike around town. This was obviously well before I received my drivers license. It occurred me that for all the miles I covered, and all the wrecks I did have, I never got more than a scraped up knee or elbow. I’m really surprised and happy that no bones were broken, no teeth were knocked out, and no stitches were ever required. So if I ever actually think about buying a motorcycle, remind me of this post.
1/30/2005
Evan Says:
Motorcycles are cliche. Everyone I know has gotten or is getting one. I think it’s like a quarter-life crisis thing or something. I say, get a fanny pack and an i-pod and ride a unicycle.
I broke a leg and an ankle on a 50CC scooter 10 months before I turned 16. I was in a cast from my foot to my ass for 3 months. Now we know why I wear a helmet. All this before I introduced my kidneys and liver to their ultimate undoing, so I don’t even have alcohol to blame.