Ok, well, I couldn't think of much to say today, so I figured I'd give you a tour of my best scars.
Ok, everybody on the tram... please keep your hands and feet inside the tram, or you might end up looking like this... if you are repulsed by scar tissue or tales of bodily damage, leave now...
It was a warm spring Florida day in 1997, May 1st to be exact. I was riding my motorcycle, happily cruising along on the way to an aunt's house to say howdy, enjoying the ride and loving the day.
A short way in front of me, and unbeknownst to me, a little old lady was leaving bingo...
Ok, so the highway I was riding was a rather empty four lane, with a huge grass median in the middle, with a passthrough so traffic can cross the highway, plenty of room in the median to get to a halfway point and then check the traffic right?
Well, little old lady didn't seem to think so... When she pulled out to cross over the highway, she pulled into the traffic lanes, then... just...stopped, to check for traffic on the OTHER SIDE of the road. Bad idea...
At the same time, I'm riding down the road, doing 55 or so, minding my own business... when suddenly, what should appear before me, but an old lady in a red car pull out of a driveway and stop dead about 50 yards in front of me!
The usual dandy bits occur, with me slamming on the brakes... lots of squealing of tires... blackness.
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I wake up, staring at the sky with a few people around me saying stuff like, "You're gonna be ok" and "Don't move". It has not yet hit me what just happened. Only thing I know is that the asphalt is really hot and it feels like my arms are burning...
I was wrong.
I ended up with my left forearm snapped in half, my left hand broken, my right elbow smushed beyond recognition, a bruised lung, road rash, glass under my skin, a trashed bike, and a serious thirst. I hate being thirsty...
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So, it turns out, when I hit her car, I flew off my bike, hurtling towards imminent doom. My luc was with me though, and instead of the 15 billion things that could have happened that ended with me being dead, I took the least logical route.
I flew... off my bike hands first... through the driver's side window of the car... my left arm hit first and snapped straight back... my helmet hit the window smashed through it and slammed into the old lady at 50+ MPH... my right elbow whacked into the frame of the window and said "schplt"... and I bounced back out, landing flat on my back on the ground.
Aftr a couple surgeries and some motnths of healing and therapy and such, I'm left with some pretty cool scars, and a constant reminder of my mortality.
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On the left is the outside of my left arm. The scar is roughly 4-5 inches long, and covers rougly 1/3 of my forearm.
In the center is the inside of my left arm. The scar is roughly 10 inches long, and even though it is hard to tell from the scan, it runs from about 2 inches before the elbow to just shy of the wrist (about where my gelly bands are). I wish I could have gotten better detail on that one, because they used stitches and staples to put that one together and it has some awesome striations on it.
All told, my left arm has 2 scars and 2 plates with 6 screws in each plate holding it together.
On the right, you can see the lovely scar I got from having my elbow rebuilt. It runs from halfway up my tricep to about 3 inches past the elbow with csome offshoots. My right arm has scattered scars, from the wrist all the way up to the shoulder with with glass scratches, road rash and what not. I believe there are still 2 or 3 chunks of glass in my arm, and I have wire netting, wiring, several small screws, and a 5" titanium rod all jammed in there.
Oh, the joy...
Ok, well I worte a hell of a lot more than I meant to, so...
l8r
xen0s
(careful on the roads)
Ok, everybody on the tram... please keep your hands and feet inside the tram, or you might end up looking like this... if you are repulsed by scar tissue or tales of bodily damage, leave now...
It was a warm spring Florida day in 1997, May 1st to be exact. I was riding my motorcycle, happily cruising along on the way to an aunt's house to say howdy, enjoying the ride and loving the day.
A short way in front of me, and unbeknownst to me, a little old lady was leaving bingo...
Ok, so the highway I was riding was a rather empty four lane, with a huge grass median in the middle, with a passthrough so traffic can cross the highway, plenty of room in the median to get to a halfway point and then check the traffic right?
Well, little old lady didn't seem to think so... When she pulled out to cross over the highway, she pulled into the traffic lanes, then... just...stopped, to check for traffic on the OTHER SIDE of the road. Bad idea...
At the same time, I'm riding down the road, doing 55 or so, minding my own business... when suddenly, what should appear before me, but an old lady in a red car pull out of a driveway and stop dead about 50 yards in front of me!
The usual dandy bits occur, with me slamming on the brakes... lots of squealing of tires... blackness.
******************************************
I wake up, staring at the sky with a few people around me saying stuff like, "You're gonna be ok" and "Don't move". It has not yet hit me what just happened. Only thing I know is that the asphalt is really hot and it feels like my arms are burning...
I was wrong.
I ended up with my left forearm snapped in half, my left hand broken, my right elbow smushed beyond recognition, a bruised lung, road rash, glass under my skin, a trashed bike, and a serious thirst. I hate being thirsty...
***********************************
So, it turns out, when I hit her car, I flew off my bike, hurtling towards imminent doom. My luc was with me though, and instead of the 15 billion things that could have happened that ended with me being dead, I took the least logical route.
I flew... off my bike hands first... through the driver's side window of the car... my left arm hit first and snapped straight back... my helmet hit the window smashed through it and slammed into the old lady at 50+ MPH... my right elbow whacked into the frame of the window and said "schplt"... and I bounced back out, landing flat on my back on the ground.
Aftr a couple surgeries and some motnths of healing and therapy and such, I'm left with some pretty cool scars, and a constant reminder of my mortality.
***************************
On the left is the outside of my left arm. The scar is roughly 4-5 inches long, and covers rougly 1/3 of my forearm.
In the center is the inside of my left arm. The scar is roughly 10 inches long, and even though it is hard to tell from the scan, it runs from about 2 inches before the elbow to just shy of the wrist (about where my gelly bands are). I wish I could have gotten better detail on that one, because they used stitches and staples to put that one together and it has some awesome striations on it.
All told, my left arm has 2 scars and 2 plates with 6 screws in each plate holding it together.
On the right, you can see the lovely scar I got from having my elbow rebuilt. It runs from halfway up my tricep to about 3 inches past the elbow with csome offshoots. My right arm has scattered scars, from the wrist all the way up to the shoulder with with glass scratches, road rash and what not. I believe there are still 2 or 3 chunks of glass in my arm, and I have wire netting, wiring, several small screws, and a 5" titanium rod all jammed in there.
Oh, the joy...
Ok, well I worte a hell of a lot more than I meant to, so...
l8r
xen0s
(careful on the roads)
great story though