During my recovery I swore that I would never ride again, but then a funny thing happened I saw a movie. The wife and I went to see Wild Hogs and believe it or not seeing the scenery and the camaraderie of the guys in that movie made me realize something that I love about motorcycling. It sounds corny as hell but it's the truth. I had lost so much of who I was in the crash and if I stopped riding he would have taken that away too. I can't blame Wout for never wanting to get back on a bike, this has been a life altering experience for him, Amy and all concerned. No matter if he ever gets back on a bike or not, I'll never turn my back to a brother and that is what Wout is to me, a brother that belongs to a fraternity that is more dear than motorcyclists, and that being motorcyclists that survived a brush with death. Wout continue to heal and improve, if you ever need anything never hesitate to ask, I/we will be there.
Joe Wilson
Wilbur, I'll pm my address and phone number in case Wout should ever want to talk to a fellow survivor.