I was minding my own business, just doing my job, when the bike fell on me. From a lift, four and a half feet off the floor, nearly 350 dense pounds of mass pinned me to the pavement. The good news was the bike hadn't been running, so it didn't burn me and didn't attempt to escape unpiloted out of the shop into the parking lot. The rest was all bad news. A banged up bike, and a banged up mechanic -- me. Almost like an army soldier, the adrenaline of the situation kept me from realizing the extent of my injury, and so I was sore but finished out the remaining four hours of my workday. But when it was time to go home, I couldn't walk, and a fractured ankle sidelined me with a cast for several weeks. It was this recuperative period that led me to first explore the idea of teaching, and I was offered my first votech training job while still hobbling around on my cast.