I burned my arm on the exhaust of my experimental, plywood on foam recumbent motor tricycle memorial day, 2010.
I cut my left index finger knuckle open with a knife when I was younger and have a wicked scar. the medics had to open it to make sure I had not cut a tendon.
My knees are scarred from the one day I decided to ride an overpowered moped with shorts on.
My left hand got smashed with an piece of mangled aluminum caught in a 3HP buffing machine. The damage was severe, required 28 stitches and resulted in nerve damage on my pinky finger.
Not quite a scar, but the first bike crash I ever got into somehow took out a small chunk of my left fibula. To this day my leg still has a small divot in that spot.
One scar I’m rather fond of is the one on the inside of my left elbow; a permanent mark of where the needle always went when I donated blood plasma back in Iowa.
…Then there’s the one on the top of my head from where I got it with a boomerang when I was 7.
*shrugs* What can I say, man? You do stuff that can lead to cool scar stories a hell of a lot more than I do. XP
No, he’s just a reckless engineer. I’ve got some vaguely cool scars though, because I tend to bump into things. I like telling people that my drafting table took a bite out of my leg when we were moving it upstairs. That scar has faded. Once a jagged edge of the metal bed frame took a rather large chunk out of me and that scar still exists.