In Russia, May 9 is Victory Day, the annual celebration of defeating the Nazis in World War II. I am happy to celebrate dead and defeated Nazis any time. But May 9 has a new significance for me.
Sunday, May 9, will be the 1-year anniversary of my 40th broken bone. I smashed my left (dominant arm) elbow in a low-speed (10mph) crash.
On May 9, 2007, I broken ten bones including C7 in a high-speed (50mph).
I realized this morning that all of the bones I have broken this century were on May 9--about 1/3rd of all the bones I broke in my life.
Also, in this century, the only bones I have broken have been from bicycle accidents. In the rest of my life, motorcycles, missile explosions, football, car accidents, along with bicycle accidents were the causes of broken bones.
I was thinking of wearing bubble wrap on Sunday. Especially if I ride.
