So, three weeks on and some change from getting thrown from my scooter, and it turns out, I was wrong about the number of screws in my leg. My leg is now better put together than an old British car. I have 3 more weeks of no driving, no walking, and no real movement. At least I have racing to watch, and red bull TV series to binge on. That and dreaming of driving again. I want nothing more than to carve the roads of austin. The scooter has returned with my dad, because he wants to commute on in while I recover. That and I am still in the process 0f buying a new car. A car that will sit, but better to have it for when I get ready.