I never thought I would have to write this post about myself, but sometimes, it happens. I was riding in a group ride, Run for the Wall, which travels yearly from LA to DC in 10 days on a mission to bring attention to veterans, and veterans issues. While in the middle of one of the groups, I lost control of the bike near Tyler TX on Sunday morning the 17th of May. I left the road and onto the tall grassy center median where I slowed from freeway speed to about 20 before I laid it down. I was riding 2 up at the time. We both flew, skidded to a stop in the tall wet grass. This large group had people attending us almost instantly. We were transported to Tyler ER. For me, concussion but nothing broken. For my passenger, Sandy, not quite so good. Concussion for her, too, but also a broken clavicle (collar bone) and a couple of other lesser injuries. This occurred as I said, in Tyler TX on Sunday. After escaping the ER, me clad in trou and a t-shirt I pulled back out of the trash can where they tossed it after they cut it off me with scissors her in only 1 hospital gown and her boots, we spent the night in the nearest motel.
The story goes on, and I would like to share it, but for now, I must sleep.