Quote Originally Posted by psychocat
I'm a lifelong biker who always believed that I was indestructible.
I've had lots of broken bones and suffered road rash a couple of times, I've been run over by a Mercedes , luckily it only went over my arm.
I used to go free climbing and I've taken a couple of bad tumbles because I got too arrogant and forgot the basic rules



I must have given my old lady many sleepless nights over the years, I suppose it took me a while to realise that sometimes it was better not to tell my mam what I was thinking because my thoughts scared her. I was a constant worry for her I guess, moms will always want the best for thier kids and I see now that she thought I was reckless (I was ) and a danger to myself (I still am to a degree ).

I've broken every major bone in my body , some of them more than once, I've never broken my back though.
Damn...well have you decided to retire to the ranks of laid back hippy?

I sure hope so...

That seems the be the common rule with you guys...don't tell mom till you complete the jump or (insert whatever scary thing you want here)