Finally something up my alley
I got this one....
I have a genetic bone disorder (Osteogenesis imperfecta) and have had more than 200 broken bones (often the same bone multiple times) over the course of my 44 years.
Tibia, Fibula, Femur, Radius, Ulna, Humerus, multiple ribs, toes and fingers. I can't even count the femur breaks I have had.
I was born with 17 broken bones that doctors didn't diagnose until I was 6 weeks old.
I understand a history of horror stories of the authorities stepping in and accusing my parents of child abuse and attempting to remove me from my parents' home. My parents were told that I would not survive past 5 years of age. I was never able to play contact sports as a child, skateboarding was a very bad idea. I remember spending summer vacations in a cast treating a broken bone, or healing after a surgery to set a break. I was on a first name basis with the ortho techs at San Diego Children's hospital as well as two other local hospitals here in town. I was invited to the X-ray tech's retirement party at my Doctor's medical group. I am sure that my parent's insurance company paid for multiple fishing trips to New Zealand taken by my orthopedic surgeon.
At the age of 16, I got a moped, then then a succession of scooters. Right before my 18th birthday, I was doing donuts on my scooter on the front lawn I lost control and wedged the bike under the family car breaking my leg. After that episode I decided that motorcycles where a bad idea for me. I currently have a titanium rod in my femur secured with 4 screws, replaced after 2 different stainless steel ones bent.
21 years later while waiting for the traffic light to change and a Yellow 2008 Spyder went thru the intersection and I had to ryde one. I know right then I had to OWN one.
I now have 68,000 miles on my Spyder, and can't even think about not ryding.
It took 21 years to get me back on the road and in the wind.... I am so grateful for my Spyder (HELLON3), I am now VERY good friends with the owner of that very first Spyder I ever saw. I count my fellow Spyder owners as my Spyder family, some even closer than my blood relations.
I guess now, I am making up for 21 years of not ryding....Let's ryde!
-George