A steak to remember the Cow Encounter

The aftermath of my cow encounter on U.S. 221 in Roanoke County on Nov. 9, 2012.
(Photo from The Roanoke County Police Department)
The remains of that evening of Nov. 9 on U.S. 221 at Poage Valley Road in Roanoke County . (Photo from The Roanoke County Police Department)

A 20-ounce porterhouse bit the dust Thursday night at Longhorn Steakhouse at Valley View in Roanoke.

Amy polished off a filet Mignon and lobster tail as we celebrated The Great Cow Encounter of 2015.

Yes, it has been five years since my Harley Davidson — along with my head, right shoulder and leg — slammed into the ground on U.S. 221 and Poage Valley Road in Roanoke County in a vain attempt to miss hitting a black cow on a dark Friday night while returning from shooting photos at the first round regional high school football game at Riverheads High School near Staunton.

Since then, Amy has taken me out to a steakhouse on the evening of each Nov. 9 to feed me the largest steak on he menu so I can pretend it came from the cow that damn near killed me on that stretch of road.

From that first dinner at Texas Steak House in Christiansburg on Nov. 9, 2013 until this one in 2017, we have celebrated that I’m alive — which the doctors predict would not happen — or that if I lived I might not be able to walk, see out of my right eye or recognize my wife because of the brain damage.

With Amy’s love and the support of a lot of good friends, I managed to prove the predictions of the docs wrong.  Oh, my face is a little lopsided from the plastic surgery needed to put my dislocated right eye back into a socket that Dr. Thomas Barton had to build before he put the broken bones and features back into place.  I still walk is the hint of a limp from the extensive hardware that holds the bones of my right leg together and I have memory problems and other issues from the brain injury that still requires physical and occupational therapy, but I limped out of the hospital on Christmas Eve and still work at a profession I love.

The photo that accompanies this article reminds me of that night and the hope that I never do that to Amy or myself again.  Life is for living and as I reach age 70 next month, I hope to still have some living to do.

My thanks to those of you who visited Amy and I in the hospital in 2012, gave us so much support and prayer and hung in with us in the recovery that continues.  I will celebrate surviving that night by shooting sports photos at the first regional playoff game here in Floyd tonight between the FCHS Buffaloes and Gretna.

And, oh yes, thanks to the cook who provided that 20 oz. porterhouse at Longhorn Steakhouse Thursday night.  It was delicious and we hope to see you there next year.

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