Yeah, there's good odds that I'll have significant pain for the rest of my life. The ribs are doing well, so there's a positive thing. I cracked four and broke three quite well. I have numerous other fractures, but they're small and most insignificant.
I'm not sure how well you've heard the story and I'm just not feeling like typing it all out - it's easily 50,000 words - you know me!
Pictures are worth 1,000 words and I'd like to show you the wreck, but I'm not supposed to have pictures yet. It's still in the impound lot and that's a controlled access facility - meaning only police are allowed in there. If you PM COF, he'll probably describe it for you - but he didn't see nothin'! (I have pics, but a near and dear friend could lose his career because I have them.)
For a while, I had bruising over 80% of my body. There were no serious internal lesions, so I was okay there. All-in-all, this is more minimal than it should have been. Fortunately, the GT350 comes with a built-in rollcage and racing harnesses instead of regular lab belts.
I call PT "Pain and Torture." I swear at them. I tell them how much I absolutely fucking hate them. I absolutely am not getting a damned one of them a Christmas card. I tell 'em that, too.
I tell them that while I'm doing my PT. There have been times that my PT has had tears streaming down my face. They tell me to do 15 reps, I give them 25. They tell me to take a break, I move on to the next exercise. I will run again. I will walk again.
It sucks, but it is what it is.
No need to see pics - LOL. I'm not morbid and can guess at what a mangled mess that GT350 must be. See, this is what happens when you goad a lawyer dude into showing off. You need to hang out with a better class of people!
Up until we left the ground for the first time, it was a pretty damned good day!
And, oh... You will see pics when I can! Trust me, you wanna see these. Words like spectacular and catastrophic structural failure spring to mind. The vehicle is in chunks. Like, the front is not even remotely connected to the back. There's a third chunk that's also pretty large, but I can't identify it. There are zero useful parts left - even the engine appears broken. We left a debris field.
I have a buddy over in NH that has a rally driving school. We've made tentative plans to get my lawyer some goddamned driving lessons. He is a non-driving fuck!
Does seem they'd be interesting pictures. And a driving school may be a good option for the guy.
Perhaps with all your free time you could write a screen play. This could make an interesting drama. A day in the life of TheBuddha. You could even do the musical score.
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