I went through life big-bang-banda-boom-bada-boom.
In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings.
The finest compliment you can pay a man is that his word was as good as gold.
Bones heal, pain is temporary, and chicks dig scars
I can say the Lord's prayer in 10 seconds.
Where there is little risk, there is little reward.