I was on the road today, and was so very frustrated that traffic had slowed to a crawl. There was a woman trying to slow all the cars down (this was on NE Weidler street). There were a couple of cars stopped in the road. If you don't know Weidler...it can be a very busy road, two lanes, one way at this point. I realized that there was probably a fender bender, so I took a deep breath.
As I slowly drove by, I realized that there was a biker on the road, no helmet, bike smashed in pieces. The biker, he had a gash on his head that I can't imagine anyone surviving. As the tears started rolling down my cheek, I drove home.
My son, 15 years old, saw me, asked what I needed (water, whiskey) then asked ...
my son is a biker. bikes everywhere, wears a helmet, most of the time.
he won't forget it again.
please...wear a helmet.
the man on the bike made the news, the "breaking news", barely 15 minutes after I got home. my son wouldn't let me hear the outcome, turned the TV off.