Broken Bones Heal and Chicks Dig Scars. Isn’t that the old adage? I remember being a kid so long ago that we had the big G.I. Joe dolls that had dog tags, fuzzy-wuzzy hair, and those weird pre-KungFu grip hands that were supposed to hold a rifle, but looked really stupid. They had scars down one cheek. Everyone my age secretly wanted to have a bike wreck SO bad that you’d get a cool scar like that. Plus, y’know, if it was from a bike wreck, it wouldn’t actually be your fault, so you wouldn’t be in trouble so much and you’d still have the cool scar.