It was meant to be a short motorbiking holiday in Scotland with friends. It was also the first time Carol and I had been apart since our wedding in February. The morning of 14th July 2000 was like any other morning and I was looking forward to the ride home to Leeds. As it turned out, I didn't leave Scotland for another six weeks. I woke from coma in mid-August. This is the story of my journey back to health, after my near-fatal accident, and the struggles and the laughs Carol and I have had along the way.