In all seriousness, shortly after we married I drove my bike into the back of a stationary Ford LTD at sixty miles an hour. I managed to jump off the bike before impact, but the road wasn't kind. I got banged up pretty bad. Hospital, wheelchair, etc.
I have some lasting injuries of course, but I walk fairly well. No running and a permanent limp, but remarkably well considering. From adversity comes opportunity and I managed to get through a pretty tough college course when the doctor said I couldn't labour anymore. Now I make a pretty good living with my mind instead of my back.
While I was lying in the emergency room all bashed and scraped to bat**** she wanted me to promise that I'd never ride again. I wouldn't do that, but just to shut her up I said I wouldn't ride again until I could afford a Harley. At the time that was the only worthwhile ride. Of course we can never afford a Harley or any other proper scooter so I think I'm done anyway. I guy can dream though, can't he?