Nuts to Tank, The Tale of Two Balls and their Friend, Dick, Meeting Tank, the Gas Tank
Two balls sad journey with their friend, the Dick, that ended with a horrible collision and the worst damn nausea ever imagined. But, as with all good stories, there is a silver lining. A story that was requested during one of the most fun business calls ever today with Ryan in which we somehow got on the topic of accidents and I disclosed this little tale, albeit without all the details and Ryan just really liked to say Nuts to Tank alot, in fact, I think he said it a good half dozen times. So Ryan, this one's for you. Also, note that this isn't a continuation of the chapters below, this blog has just become my free writing repository.

An excerpt to whet the appetite:
Unlike my next motorcycle accident where I'd taken the painful lessons to heart, I did not rise up on my footpegs, did not have time to clear myself from the bike and my body basically went into and then over the Katana. Initial point of impact? Nuts to tank, followed in very high speed motion stop imagery by left knee to handlebar. A short fifteen foot flight later I had flipped over once and landed on my right ass cheek with all of my weight and impact force. At some point in the action I removed an inch long, half inch wide swath of skin from my ankle and received a few other very minor cuts.

This isn't overly long as short stories go but it is a bit more than I normally rattle out but, if you liked the start then go and Read More Here and please leave a comment if you liked it or hated it or didn't believe it or just got bored halfway through.