I've got a titanium shinbone, a plastic kneecap, my right hip is hollow, I have 17 false teeth, permanent nerve damage in my face (can't feel 1/2 my bottom lip), I've got more scars than I care to list and I've had 5,000 microstitches above the collar bone. Not to mention that every bone and joint in my body has been either chipped or cracked in some way. I sound like a bowl of rice crispies when I get out of bed in the morning and winter is not a pleasant time for me. I spent 3 months in intensive care getting put back together. 9 months total in the hospital. I had to learn to walk all over again, and when I look in the mirror, the face looking back at me is not the same one I had before the wreck.
(And no, I didn't get rich off it. The girl who hit me was dirt poor and I got $6667.00 and all my medical bills paid.. I earned my money... )
This all from being hit by a drunk driver. Not my fault, nothing I could have done to avoid it except "not be there".
And yes, I did ride a bit afterwards.
At this point in my life, I have to much to live for, I don't ride at all. Personally, I think if you live in, or near a major city, and you are riding a bike, you're tempting fate. (Out in the country is a different story...)
I wouldn't own a bike right now. It's just too dangerous, not because of the bike, but because the asshole car drivers. People these days seem to be doing anything but driving. They are all either reading, eating, talking on the phone (or even worse text messaging), watching a movie or trying to raise kids in the car. The last thing that most of them are paying attention to is the road.
At least in one of my Supra's there is something between me and them.
