My older Brother
Was riding a Harley to our Grandmothers house in 1957, he came upon a car wreck that had spilled gas and oil on the road and lost control of the Harley. He lost the kneecap on his right leg and walked with a severe limp the rest of his life. In 1993 he fell and broke his hip at work, When he was in the hospital the doctors said they could now fix his knee as good as new and would do it when the put in a couple of pins in his hip. He never recovered from anesthesia, My younger brother and I said it was the Harley that got him, took it almost 35 years but it was the Harley. Sounded much better than falling 4 feet from a step ladder.
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