Blessed

I came home for lunch today and saw that Tim's motorcycle was out to the side of the house. I knew he and a friend went for a ride so it wasn't a total surprise to see it there. I was surprised, however, to see the side mirror on the tailgate of the truck. Crap - another part to fix. So I asked Tim if it broke off and he gave me a wierd look and said Yes. Then I see his elbow was bloody - and then he makes his big confession: he laid is bike down. Which means he had an accident. On his motorcycle. You know, those things that don't offer a lot of protection.

But we were blessed. Or should I say TIM was blessed. I'm very thankful that Tim insists on wearing a helmet, protective jacket, jeans, and sturdy shoes when he rides his bike. And I'm very thankful that it was a minor, minor mishap and Tim only ended up with some cuts on his elbow (where the elbow pad had moved) and his leg. His training kicked in and he did everything right. Blessed. Protected.

He was riding adjacent to and behind his friend - but his friend didn't see him. Tim realized he was riding closer to the guy than he normally rides - but before he could lengthen the distance, his friend turned slightly causing Tim to have to brake sharply. And the bike slide. The bike has more owies than Tim does - but it can be fixed a lot easier than my hubby.

I hate that dang bike!