A few years ago, I went down and lost the end of a finger to the sprocket of death. Also broke six ribs, collarbone, shoulder blade and had a collapsed lung so the finger was the least of my worries. Later one of my buddies found my finger still in the glove stuck to the sprocket....gave it back to me in a ziplock bag...still have it......it is petrified by now so I may give it to the Smithsonian or something.
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