Ten years ago today, I was in Colorado with my sister when our mom called from a strange 603 number to tell us that Dad had been in a motorcycle wreck. The connection was bad, so I said "Dad?". She misunderstood and replied "Yeah...really bad." He'd sustained a Traumatic Brain Injury and when he woke up, he thought it was 1989 and Reagan was president. The crew that airlifted him to Dartmouth wasn't sure that he would live...much less walk, drive, work, ski....

It's been a long road, but to meet him today, you'd barely know that anything was amiss (aside from the fact that he occasionally appears drunk to strangers).

My family is truly blessed.

It's true....never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly.

....and wear all your gear....all the time.

<3

I ride and I'm guilty of not wearing ATGATT (All The Gear All The Time). But it was strange this morning, I doubled back, picked up my helmet, and put it on...

I'm glad everything turned out for the best Jess...

I get it...it's SO easy to skip...

...but, honestly, my dad shouldn't be alive. He t-boned a car and was thrown...and then he landed on his head. The helmet & plates in his jacket saved his head, neck, spine, etc. As it was, the force cracked his helmet AND his sternum.

Motorcycles sort of make me sick to my stomach now...but I would never fault someone for wanting to ride or stop someone from riding. Until recently, as much as I hated it, Jason had a motorcycle. I can absolutely appreciate the freedom and joy that it brings people.

Just please, please, please be careful.

Riding a bike is great it's just the idiot's in cars riding next to you that are scary

VERY scary at times, just glad we don't live ina very populated area...

Jess, that's a great result for your dad. Glad he made it through. I used to ride some when I was young but gave it up after hearing horror stories from and about friends and family who weren't as lucky as your dad. About ten years ago, a friend, who had been riding for almost 30 years was out cruising, went around a curve at 30 mph, hit some sand and ended up underneath a pickup travelling the other direction. He survived but it basically severed his left leg off. Not against riding or anything just too many stories lead me to stray away...

Glad he was able to recover. I suffered from a TBI & have "never been right since" or so says my family, lol. I take it all in stride (& I get that too where ppl think I'm on something & I'm like no...this is how I act sober). I was biking, though mountain biking & hit a hill wrong, then wrapped myself & bike around tree. BUT I was wearing an helmet & it cracked in half but saved my life. It's great your dad had a support from his family- it makes a big difference.

good to hear good news