Last week I had my first crash in a number of years, and it was a good one. Early morning ride, hit something in the road and went over the bars. It was just an easy recovery ride but boy did I catch some air. Did a face plant on the asphalt road and instantly knew the wife would be pissed - a trio of lower front teeth knocked out and some split lips. Got back on the bike and cycled 3 miles home, cleaned up, prepared my wife for the worst, and drove to the emergency room. 10 hours and 2 hospitals later, I was finally discharged. 3 lost teeth, 1 broken tooth, road rash, stitches in the upper and lower lips, and a fracture C7 vertebra. Being the United States, I eagerly await those hospital bills coming in... And a few months down the road it will be time for expensive, out of pocket, implants to replace my pearly whites. But all that pales to the real issue - the pressure from the spouse to stop riding. I always hate that discussion. BTW, the most painful part of this whole ordeal was the road rash and getting shots of lidocaine in the lips. No pain whatsoever from the fractured C7, and having 2 wisdom teeth pulled a few years ago hurt more days on than the violent discharge of my front teeth (no pain at all there). Crashes suck.