An old cycling friend of mine, Frank, took a terrible tumble a few months ago while out for a routine ride. What kills me is, he was a professional cyclist and knew the risks, and yet he chose to ride without a helmet. When he wiped out, his head hit the pavement so hard he went into a coma on the spot. One day I heard I was conscious again, but it was obvious he was now brain dead. He just looked around and made grunting noises. As hard as it was, I drove over there to see him, hoping maybe he would recognize me in some small part of his brain. It was like his brain had been replaced with that of a monkey. It was really hard to take. A while later I heard his family sued to get him taken off life support and won. Goodbye, Frank.