11 years riding first wreck

[the Ferret]

I almost gave up riding in 1969 when I ran my 305 Scrambler into the side of a 54 Dodge that turned left in front of me. Broken nose, 7 broken teeth, broken right hand, broken right foot. Recovery hurt... a lot. My mom of all people, convinced me to get back in the saddle because she said " you know how much you enjoy riding, if you give it up you will always regret it". Glad I followed her advice, otherwise I 'd have missed out on close to 700,000 miles of riding in 42 states, 2 provinces of Canada and 5 countries in Europe in the last 47 years since the accident. I still enjoy riding, and I still get nervous when a car is waiting to turn left as I am coming up the road.. That will never go away. Guess the reward is worth the risk to me.