Airplane crashes always seemed to come in threes. Maybe it was just the way the media reported them back in the day, but within a week or two there'd be one, then another and then the third.
Three of my blog-buds have recently been through some rather serious physical trials and tribulations.
This stared with The Big Guy effing up his bike. Wait, that is slightly misstated. TBG had assistance from another retard driver. Fortunately, Ogres are physically denser than dark matter with the exception of the gonads, which when placed into contact with a gas tank at a high speed of deceleration tend to catch fire due to the high coefficient of friction. His bike suffered more damage than he did fortunately.
TRE aka The Redneck Engineer recently went under the knife and some star wars laser beam for a double cervical fusion. He did not say how he came to need said bone fusing, but hopefully it was not because of riding some infernal two wheeled contraption. TRE reports he is recovering well.
And most recently, Borepatch laid down his ride and did some serious, serious hurt to himself.
Other drivers are very unpredictable, even at low speed and the ground is very hard.
If he is not home now, he will be shortly to continue the healing process.
You guys be more careful.* The blogosphere would not be the same without you.
You would be missed.
I would miss you.
I never had any clue about the personal connections I would make by writing on this blog, not one.
The intertubes are an amazing thing.
* I highly recommend 4 wheels and lots of sheet metal, or at least air bags.