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Hello, friend Fools! I am back. I was discharged from the hospital today, 5 days after my accident. Followers here know I can be long-worded, so I won't post all my thoughts in a single post. Thanks mightily to all the thoughts, prayers, and posts to my wife in the past 5 days. My wife and I appreciated them mightily.

First and foremost: I am alive only because I chose to wear a helmet. I do not think this. I know this. Above the helmet line on my head, I have a concussion, and a very slight pain on the left side of my head. Below the helmet line, I have broken face bones, 6 (out of 24) broken ribs, a bruised left eye, and too many deep scrapes all over my body to count. I am out of work for probably 30 days. The road surface took my helmet and smashed it in like an over-weight football fan stepping on a beer can. It could have done the same to my unprotected skull. But it did not. I have no skull fractures or serious brain damage. All, because I willingly chose to wear a $50 piece of foam on my head.

Think what you want. Do what you want. I do not care. I know I am alive today because I willingly chose to wear a helmet.

For those who think, incorrectly, that you can not knowingly talk on a subject before you have experienced it: I am the premiere expert. Anyone who does not wear a helmet is an idiot, and I have the right, and experience, to say it.

I do not mean to malign idiots. I still fully support your freedom to be one, and I still think helmet laws are an abomination. I will still be your friend. I will still have dinner with you. But be clear: you are, an idiot. You are taking an unnecessary risk with your life. You are safer with a helmet than without one, no matter how much closer you may think that car comes to your head.

I rode 16 years with a helmet without ever needing it. That's 5840 days. I rode the course I crashed on 1000 times before. There was nothing different on the day I crashed than any other day, except, I needed the helmet. It would be easy to think, after 5839 days, that the helmet was never going to be needed and that there was perhaps a higher chance of having an accident with it than without it. But I was an idiot, and wore it anyway. My wife still has a husband. My son still has a father. The helmet's not made for the 5839 days. It's made for the 1 day. And the 1 day, was Sunday, April 27, 2008. That's a day I can't remember. But it's my 1 day. And if it hadn't been for the $50 piece of foam I had on my head, it'd be the day that got inscribed in stone next to my name for remembrance at some burial plot.

I still have a lot of healing to do, both physically and mentally. And I'll be posting more, for those who care to read about it. Now, for the $50,000 answer: I don't know how or why I crashed, and have no recollection of the events leading up to it or after it until late Sunday afternoon. I was found by a pedestrian at the side of the road who called police who subsequently called my wife about 45 minutes after I had left.

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