It's not as bad as it looks. Terry's recovering from a broken wrist and I'm having to wear the collar whenever I'm riding in a car. It's a preventative thing in case I should get rear-ended and have my neck snapped.
We've been trying to think of a really good story to tell. You know. Something better than, "I tripped in an antique store"
"I have a really old neck."
How about.......tandem sky-diving
or practicing to run with the bulls?