Two years ago this week I woke up in the hospital in the middle of Nowhere, Utah with a broken leg.
It was the end of the best motorcycle trip of my life even if you factor in the hospital stay (that I almost have paid off). I met some interesting people, saw flora and fauna to dream about and learned a lot about myself.
I also learned a little something about the ex-princess on my visit. She said it would be ok if I missed her birthday but only if I brought her back something good. I guess she should have defined "good" as expensive and blingy (and redundant) because my definition of "good" was a beautiful flower that I had picked from the side of the highest passable mountain in Colorado. I had to climb over a sign that said "Do not cross. Danger". I then leaned over the side of a cliff and picked the most incredible yellow flower and managed to keep it intact even through the crash. It was the first thing I checked on when I woke up. I think she actually threw it away in the hospital trash can.
I got rid of all my cool stuff shortly after that. Between her and the bills she left me with, I couldn't keep the bike, the boots, the guns, the TV, etc, etc. But of all the stuff I lost, I miss that Honda Shadow the most. Good times.