Motorcycle wreck
We were walking back from our Founders Fest parade this morning, waiting to cross a major intersection. Two guys on motorcycles approached, going about 45 mph. Wearing helmets, shorts and t-shirts. One guy made it through the intersection. His buddy didnt. A car turned left right in front of him. He veered hard to avoid the crash but wiped out. He went bouncing and skidding in one direction down the road, his bike went the other.
OMFG. I ran into the street to keep other cars from running him over. He looked like hamburger. And then he GOT UP and walked to the sidewalk. I couldnt believe it. Blood everywhere. I was yelling at him not to move, I'm gonna call 911. Does he listen? No. He has to be all macho. It's just a flesh wound, he says. Umm, dude, you dont have any flesh left on your palms, forearms and legs. You have to say put. Nope. He says it's just a flesh wound. His buddy gets his bike out of the road. They thanked me for my concern and tried to shoo me away.
Well, my kids were pretty upset by what they just saw, so I walked them around the corner to call 911. Thankfully, an ambulance that had just been in the parade rounded the corner and I pointed him to the guy. I didnt stick around. We walked home. I hid from the kids in the bathroom and had a little cry. My adrenalin is still pumping. I want to puke. Kids are fine. I hope that guy is okay. I've always liked motorcycles, but never appreciated how vulnerable the rider is until I saw that guy bouncing head over heels down the road like a rag doll. And all that blood. Whew.
