The Greater Bad-ass

My motorcycle slips on a patch of mud, the front wheel goes from under me, I hit the ground hard, parts go flying, I get the wind knocked out of me. I catch my breath then prop the bike back up. I hammer my right pannier back into shape with a rock, secure the mirror in place with metal wire, tape my cracked hand guard to the handlebar. The adrenaline is wearing off, and now comes the pain. I can…