so, SH where was the site of your wreck story? i had a good one for that. '94 just back from france...went to me oldest daughters for some gab,some music, and a movie. i'm allergic to animals and she has 2 inside..took some proscription stuff and set off on me lil 883. stayed round a few hours...no alcohol..she was out and it was sunday in the bible belt. 11pm (bad pills i learned later)..55mph...blacked out on the sportster in a curve...back roads 30 miles outside atlanta. woke up in a ditch. bike still breathing behind me..tried to get up...passed out...hours went by...woke up with emergency guys pokin tubes down my throat...po-leece asking if i'd been drinking..ER guys screamin at cops to lay off...45minutes to hospital...all black for days...later i learn they tagged me toe. sending me to the ice house...i woke up tho! scarred the pee outta some nice old ladies in white. foot had turned round in my boot...no left knee cap...gone...handle bars thru the chest...knuckles shorn apart by the pavement,chin split open...best rest i've had in 40 years, that nite (nites?).
11 bikes, 2 wrecks...i guess that's the first one that i was declared dead in tho. music never sounded better than today!
(La Kinks: 'living on a thin line': "but does it really matter much, does it ever really matter.. does it ever really matter at all...living on a thin line!")