One year ago tonight, Bambi and I got into an argument. I was on my way home from work around 8 pm. I was on my DR650 and riding gravel roads in the dark. I know, not the wisest thing to do. I had been riding home using the same route for a number of years and even though I had seen many deer, I figured that at the speed I was riding, I wasn't in any real danger. The worst it had been up to that night was once a buck stood in the middle of the ground and refused to let me pass. I don't remember hitting the deer. I laid on a little used dirt road unconscious for as near as I can figure about 40 minutes in 25-30 degree weather. A passerby found me and used my cell phone to call for help. THANK YOU!!! I had broken every rib on my right side except for my top rib and my bottom one. Some of them in multiple places. One of them had punctured my lung and deflated it. I had a shattered collarbone and two separate sub-arachnoid hematomas. (I hope I spelled that right) About 2 days in ICU and three weeks in the hospital. Off work for three months. The bike was rebuildable, but the insurance company offered me as much for a total as what I had paid for it a few years earlier. Not knowing how long I would be out of work, I took it. My jacket was cut off of me, but it had fared rather well. My boots were scuffed and so were my gloves. My pants have a small hole in the knee, but I am still using it. The brand new Scorpion helmet I was wearing was not in very good shape. A small crack and very scratched. In early May, I started riding my bicycle again. When I felt proficient on that, it was time for a ride. A very tentative, short, and extremely nervous ride. This past summer, I have put on about 6000 miles. Not much really, but I ain't complaining. When I hear people say, "Every day is a gift", I can relate. It truly is a gift. Good gear, good doctors, and a wife who wouldn't let me feel down or think about quitting are some of the finest gifts I could ever hope for. And yes, I rode to work tonight. Ride safe, my friends.