So, i was riding an event and following a local through the roads and just having a good old time in general, riding within my envelope etc and managed to flip the bike after hitting a mud puddle that stopped the bike cold, don't know if something was in it or not, probably been through a million puddles since i started riding at the age of 3, flipped out of a lot of them but never like this. Anyhow, didn't loose consciousness, but when i snapped out of it i was face down on the ground and couldn't' move my arms, pain was just racking my upper body and i thought i snapped my neck for sure( done it before in a cage, cager rear ended me whilst i was looking over my shoulder waiting to merge with traffic, snap!!). Life flight to the trauma mart, all good people save the lectures on riding them there dirtbikes sonny, thinking in my head, yeah diabetes is a better way to die(they were both rotund doctors and nurses). Three hours in tubes and getting Chernobyl'd confirmed that I had stretched my spinal cord and seriously pissed it off, hence the tingling, well lets define tingling, it's more like you smashed every square millimeter of your hands with a hammer all the way to your neck where it's just a giant knot of torn muscle. Soft tissue only thank god. I had just bought a jacket the day before that had more armor in it that any other jacket and was well insulated, saved my bacon as far as i'm concerned, invested in some top notch KLIM already, i'm a firm believer in atgatt, although i do ride to the gym in jeans or cargo pants sometimes. bills bills bills, luckily we have awesome insurance. Lifeflight called while I was high on pain meds and muscle relaxers wanting me to sign paperwork that said I'd pay what my insurance denied etc. I'm like uh, no thanks, that's why i have insurance, and lawyers etc, not to say that they aren't worth every cent, just that healthcare is out of control in this lovely land when my neighbors required Obamacare premiums for his wife exceed their SS checks combined and that's before the 6500 deductible. Anyhow, back to the whole ordeal. I've crashed a lot, usually offload and super-low speed, but something about this one has me spooked a little. The wife's reaction was one of calm, she didn't hop in the car and haul ass the 3 hours to see me in the hospital that night, friend i was riding with stopped by and hung for a while then rolled out to finish the weekend event. I felt like an ass-hat for screwing up day one of a three day ride. I thought about hanging it up, for the wife's sake. You see she has neck fusions the same as me and if she would have had this get off she'd be dead or at least paralyzed and she is a newbie rider after 20 years of me trying she out of the blue bought her first dual sport. Now three bikes later her brand new KTM duke 390 is on the trailer and we are headed for Florida in the morning to try to die via OLD fuckers in cars asleep at the wheel and i'm scared. Not for me but for her. I've been for sure dead three times in my life, lights out nobody paying attention or there to notice, etc, various circumstances completely unrelated to riding, but I've come to peace with death and if i go, it will be relaxing, that is to say I've accepted it as the final destiny so to speak, but the thought of her getting hurt, her cute little nose and sexy ass wandering around the house in the mornings after 20+ years of being together I would be lost. We both had a very frank discussion about this and she spoke up and said I'm not hiding in the house and waiting to die(a reference to my grandmother who could have lived through cancer no sweat but chose not to). I agreed, and we are off to Florida, I'm still on the mend from the prior wreck, but I can't wait to climb back on board. A bike is where I was born into this life, it lets me breath and be free, silent and calm inside peaceful and serene as i dance across the sugar sand, mud, logs, rocks...... So in closing I'd like to say I love my wife dearly even though everyday i wake up i question her sanity for staying with me all these years, she really is a 10... me not so much. I may die on a bike, and that's just fine with me, but to all those out there that ride remember it's borrowed time, and hug the wife when you leave.