I am disabled and refuse to quit living life to its fullest and grow up.Today as I was leaving my Doctors office on my motorcycle,I lost balance and couldn't hold the weight up,bike fell on the left side pinning me in the parking lot,I noticed 2 LEO cruisers about 50 yards away before I ate it,a guy in a pickup stopped and pulled my bike off me.The Receptionist in my Doctors office thought the truck hit me and they are calling 911.
After I pulled myself up my left foot was pointing to the west and down,I thought ah crap I broke my ankle,about that time the Cop shows up and my Doctor comes out and I'm putting pressure on my left leg and thinking maybe I sprained it as I take a couple steps and get yelled at by my Doctor (Friend).I tell the LEO I just fell over and don't need an accident report,Doctor says your going in an ambulance to the hospital.I say you can't carry into a hospital,and you need to take my gun (Doctor/Friend/Range Buddy) I hand him my "Colt SS Combat Commander XSE 1911 " with muzzle down passed to him and he takes it like it's normal.
LEO says you have a CHL? I say oh I forgot to mention it in all the excitement ,he says was it concealed?,I asked did you see it? He said no,then he asked what I shoot and went into the guns I own and reloading and pretty much everything about guns.He said no kidding,about that time they loaded me into the "meat" wagon and 2 hours later I'm in a splint with orders not to put pressure on my broken Fibula.I guess until they can put me in a walking cast, I'll have nothing to do but load ammunition.and fondle guns I should be shooting.At 44 I broke my neck and at 54 I broke my ankle,at least I didn't break my ass with orders not to sit on it.I hope I survive 64 without any more breaks