Well the old saying “What Doesn’t Kill Us, Makes Us Stronger” must apply to me.
I finally got to go riding on my Harley, the Hubby, and the youngest rode his bike and I was on mine. It was lovely. I had a wonderful time.
UNTIL……
Pulling out at the end of the road my mother lives on is tricky in car, nonetheless on a motorcycle. So knowing the pain that it is to get out right there I paniced. Let’s just say that I am not proud that I had my first ambulance ride. Well you guessed it, I wrecked. I cracked my jaw bone and got alot of bumps and bruises.
But never fear, a little thing like death isn’t going to scare me off of my bike… oh.. no.. I am ready to go again. And as soon as I get my bike back (it has $4,500 worth of damage) I will be back on the road. YEEE HAWWWW…..
WTF? How did I miss this post! A broken jaw?!?!?
Damn, girl! Did you have to have it wired?
No, I was lucky in the the fracture wasn’t all the way through. If it would have been a slight bit longer I would have.