Mortality check on isle nine... Mortality check on isle nine.....

today was a fucking amazing and fantastic day

I got to ride some beautiful twisties
grazing my knee ever so lightly on the pavement
[I don't have pucks on my cordura suit so grinding is a bad idea]

three hundred miles of pure heaven
makes jack a damn happy boy

of course all things have their cost
and true to form my devils luck held fast
spitting in the eye of fate without the slightest compunction

what ever I am I talking about?

well I was given a choice today
a choice with zero good options
I had a fraction of a second to make my decision

the choice was simple, car or ditch

I chose ditch and hit the ground at around sixty miles an hour
luckily because of the rain storm yesterday, the field I ended up in
[I jumped the ditch - look ma I can fly! .... hehehehe]
was fairly soft mud and not entirely horrible to land in

They say any wreck you walk away from is a good wreck
I say any wreck you ride away from is fucking awesome

The damage to my bike is minimal and it appears entirely cosmetic
[I rode her for the rest of the day and she seems fine]
the entire right side plastics are toast, I have to replace the centerpiece as well
although I might be able to salvage the underside, but I have to clean off the mud first to see
if there is more damage than I was able to see at the roadside inspection

as for me, well as I said I walked away
although limped is probably more accurate
and unlike bettie I heal
I didn't hit my head so I will go to the doctor tomorrow for a more thorough eval
[there was no mud on my helmet so I know for a fact I didn't hit my head]
but
my preliminary self exam suggests that
I cracked two or three ribs, possibly fractured my ankle
jammed my thumb and did something entirely painful to my shoulder
and of course the usual assortment of bruises and bumps

anyway nothing serious and more importantly
nothing that kept me from riding the rest of the day
I will let yall know what the doctor says tomorrow
as well as post pics of my poor bettie.

I am in a terrific mood, as soon as I finish calling my family
to let them know that I love them
I am planning on taking a nice long hot bath
and curling up with a good book

of course if any delectable young thang cares to come nurse my wounds
I can promise you will not have to twist my arm

love love

be well

Life is a glorious thing, especially when it continues against most odds