Just makes me want to smoke.
My buddies nephew, Mark, always rode dirt/street bikes and rode them real hard. So he's got his cousin, Blake, on the back, they'd been out in the backwoods checking on their crop, and Mark's twisting the stick hard and they miss a turn, hit a ditch, and Mark wakes up and it's night. So he finds the bike, manages to get it started, and goes home. The next afternoon it dawns on him, after he can't find Blake anywhere's and nobody's seen him, that maybe Blake was with him when he crashed. So he gets in his pickup and goes back to find Blake in the ditch with a broken femur. He straps Blake on his ladder (he does odd jobs) and loads him in the back of his pickup and takes him to the hospital. I asked Blake what he was thinking when he finally woke up. He says, " I knew he'd be back, but I was wondering when."
I hit a car head on on a bike when I was 19. Knocked me out for an hour, broke my shoulder, my elbow, and my ankle. Fkd' up my summer.