Party with a bunch of motorcycle afficianadoes — every single one of them had been in some sort of serious accident involving multiple broken or crushed bones. Okay I take that back, not every single one — but the majority of them. They were swapping stories about their injuries: How many bones had been broken, how loaded up on painkillers they had to be for the healing months… they were all in acceptable shape (plus scars) now, it seemed but the severity of those accidents makes me resolve that if I ever add the motorcycle to my recreational arsenal, I’ll wear steel-plated body armor while using it. Or at least wait until I can have my bones replaced with “adamantium”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adamantium_%28comics%29.