Danny's Broken Ribs Revisted

This past Sunday, my buddy Danny and I hit the trails on our dirtbikes. (I also went riding by myself this morning, only to discover a blown fork seal on my 450X -- Grrrrrrrr! -- but that's another story.) While riding Sunday, Danny confided to me that a recent x-ray revealed that I had actually broken not three of his ribs, but FOUR of them!

If you never read the story of how I broke Danny's ribs, here's a link to that blog entry: "Don't Run Over Your Wingman!" It's as funny today as it was back in 2008 when I wrote it. Sorry, Danny. Heh heh.