I have a steel plate in my leg from some dumbass that turned in front of me back in 97. Not a day goes by that I don't wish that bastard dead. Be careful.
Its getting to the point where its not fun to ride. I am so paranoid that someone will pull out in front of me the it takes the relaxing factor out of it for me.
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