I walked away, and I'm pretty stoked about that fact 2 years later. Even knowing that next time I buy a suit, it'll need to be tailored to accommodate the 2 inch sag of my right shoulder.
Dia de los muertos.
March 18, 2007. The day I wrecked my motorcycle, wide open in 5th gear, no helmet. Today makes 2 years. 1 fractured neck (T1), 1 broken collarbone (lengthwise), 1 shattered shoulder blade, 3 broken ribs, 1 broken wrist, 1 broken ankle, 1 smashed-to-hell chopper, no medical insurance, tens of thousands of dollars in medical bills for a 1 night stay in the emergency room, a $3,000 settlement from Progressive. No surgery... poor people aren't worth fixing.