Two years ago I crashed a superbike - yea going way, way to fast in the mountains - ran it into a rock wall doing 90+. Proved it could fly, by golly.
Anyway, it was tight there for awhile, but two years later I can really walk again - good enough to bust out a few pheasant in the iowa hill country. It's so hard to explain how good it felt to be out again - to see the deer, turkey and geese moving; to hear the yotes, watch the hawks, smell the junipers and hunt the wiley roosters. i almost cried; what a privledge to live in america.
make every day count - get out as much as you can and enjoy it!
fun_gunner
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