My Dad raced flat track motorcycle til he was 74 years old. His last race he wound up in the wall. Fourteen broken bones, 1 week in intensive care, 1 week in general care, a month relaxing at home. He continued to skydive and be very active until he passed at 91.
I always told him God reached into the bowl picked up a handful of numbers, dropped all of them but one, his was one of the ones dropped, it wasn't his time.
This was from the year before when we got back home. The bandage on his leg is from the exhaust burning thru his leathers. Made some adjustments for the next year.
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