On June 11, I and six friends were on our way from Robbinsville, NC to the Cherahola Parkway. It was early in the morning. The next thing I remember is waking up in the intensive care unit of the University of Tennessee Medical Center in Knoxville. I had a concussion, a broken collarbone, 9 broken ribs, a hematoma on my hip, and a broken ankle. I later learned that I had been picked up by the Graham County EMS and life-flighted to the emergency department. I spent 12 days in the hospital in TN before my wife was able to drive me back home to Pittsburgh. The hospital personnel were universally wonderful, from the doctors on down to the nurse assistants. One nurse in the ICU made me peanut butter and cracker sandwiches when I was too weak to eat anything else. I apparently was having some trouble breathing, and I remember her coming into my bed area every so often and saying "Breathe, breathe!" I'm still recuperating, and haven't been able to return to work, primarily because of the ankle. The bike is still at the insurance adjuster's in NC. I actually still do not know why I fell, but I would guess that I went into a corner too hot and then had a bad case of target fixation. I'm very depressed about the accident and the bike, but I realize that I'm lucky to be alive.