Friday, August 2, 2013

"I'll be late for dinner."

As I was fixing dinner, I got a phone call from Chuck.  He said, "I just laid the bike down.  I'll be home a little late."  I didn't think much about it because "laid the bike down" usually means something minor and Chuck sounded perfectly normal.  A few minutes later, I got a call from a friend who takes the same route home (in a car) and saw Chuck after he had gotten hit by a car.  Chuck was in the bike lane, minding his own business when a car turned right, clipping his back wheel, causing his bike to fly out from under him and for him to hit the pavement and get dragged a little bit.  Witness called the police and a report was filed.  The driver was cited.  Chuck rode his bike home and rode his bike (a different bike) to work the next day.  He had some bad road rash on his arm and a bruised hip.  He didn't complain at all, but I'm guessing he felt like he'd been hit by a car.





after a few days


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