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I had a pretty bad wreck 15 or so years ago.
I let my buddy ride my fatboy with his girl and I jumped on my other buddies bike and rode bitch. We hit a pickup head on going 80mph. I went over the truck, landed on my helmet (thank you Bell) and skidded 210 feet on my back. When I sat up I was less that a foot from the steel guardrail. The driver went a little farther and he also caught his foot on the truck, fucked it up pretty bad.
I rebroke my ankle, had road rash over 30% of my body (leather coat unzipped, t-shirt, jeans, boots, no gloves, helmet) that took weeks of burn therapy to heal. What really sucked is that is happened in Florida, in July and to top it off, the bike caught fire.
I still can't watch other people bite it. Needless to say, I couldn't bring myself to click the link.
I do still ride but never bitch. My jacket is always zipped. I always wear a helmet and gloves. Now if I can get you car driving fuckers to stop pulling out in front of me or cutting me off or forcing me off the the highway I'll be fine.
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