Damn - you guys are messed up. 
I've only got one. A neck that won't move in the morning until I twist it - then it goes crack-crack-crack-crack and it moves again.
Of course if you wanna know about rugby injuries we might be a while...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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