*this was written for somebody as a text: It is light on details*
I am 50 …… Dammit! It’s a little late to go through a midlife crisis, but here I am with a wife 18 years my junior. A nice house in the suburbs. No kids and a few fast cars and a motorcycle. I don’t know what led me down this road, but here I am in this world of my making. Maybe it was focusing on my career instead of my life, maybe I just broke mentally. I’ve been skydiving, surfing, traveling, racing cars on track, rock climbing, just being reckless with my life. I am old, I know the secret of life; it just took me too long to figure it out.
It was a motorcycle accident. I was riding along on my Ducati just minding my own business. Feeling the wind whip across my body. A car in front of me changed lanes a little too close to me. I hit the brakes hard and went into a side skid. When the bike finally laid down, I put out my arms to stop my fall. This is not recommended at 55 miles an hour. The pain was Immediate and I was still sliding down the highway. Long story short, my left arm broken, my right wrist severely sprained and road rash all up my left side.