An old wives tale always pointed into a direction the number three when death occurs. I guess it goes along with knee trauma also. Nathan and now me have been stricken with ligament issues.
Yesterday at the local dirt jumps a simple white zombie from a spin on route 360 chose to end up in a popping thrashing catastrophic moment of pain. I sit here now with a sinovial encapsulated knee smelling chicken being grilled near the pool. My first improvement to the structural integrity of the human anatomy would be to the stability of the knee.