Two years ago I broke my leg in three places, a right upper tibia plateau fracture and shattered and compressed the knee joint. Two days after the accident I dislocated my own shoulder and a week after that I gave myself a concussion.
Fastforward to earlier this year when I finially confronted my deep desire to ride again and got back on two wheels. Six months of slow and steady moto-love I broke my 2nd, 3rd and 4th metatarsals (this time on the left side...just to even things out). As I complete my recovery I can't help but wonder what it's going to take for me to stop riding. I can't seem to rationalize straddling a bike again, but I'll be damned if I give up something I intrinsically love.
How do those who've had numerous severe accidents and injuries acknowledge their experiences and still have quality two-wheeled time?
Fastforward to earlier this year when I finially confronted my deep desire to ride again and got back on two wheels. Six months of slow and steady moto-love I broke my 2nd, 3rd and 4th metatarsals (this time on the left side...just to even things out). As I complete my recovery I can't help but wonder what it's going to take for me to stop riding. I can't seem to rationalize straddling a bike again, but I'll be damned if I give up something I intrinsically love.
How do those who've had numerous severe accidents and injuries acknowledge their experiences and still have quality two-wheeled time?