For the second time in a month I crashed my Harley. Got a fresh set of road rash on my right leg (thank fuck not my left leg which has not fully healed from the previous crash) and I broke my arm (narrow part of my wrist).... lucky again.
Going about 50 mph, and too drunk to negotiate a curve, I clipped a concrete retainer wall and went down. I slid and rolled abut 15 or 20 feet, and the bike, my beloved Harley FXDWG took on another $1500 (or more) in damages. I got up, lifted the bike up, and she started right up. And despite missing the brake lever and having a fractured wrist, I was able to ride her home.
Mostly I am distraught that it will take me a while to save up enough money to have my darling ride fixed. On the bright side, I got more pain pills, without which I would not have been able to write this blog post.
I don't have a death wish.... obviously I intend on destroying myself one bit at a time.
