I had to have a pin in one knee, a cast on the other leg, a cast on one arm, I was to say the least bed ridden for the rest of the summer, and longer. I broke my right arm and collar bone, and I busted one knee and twisted the other.
I flipped the stupid thing and got flung off. We were going fast, too fast, and I hit a large hole.
In the middle of the summer I had been riding quads with my best buddy, Jim.
I had just turned 18 years old, and it was turning out to be one of the worse years of my life.
