Oops...

Hello, World!

On my last trip tonight, I was coming off of Nichols Drive onto Richmond Road. I stopped at the stop sign. I looked left, right, then left. As I looked left the second time, I let off my brake to prepare to go.

A motorcycle came off of College drive, turned left toward me. I immediately pressed down on the brake again. I hadn't even moved from my stop.

The biker must have seen me and saw the lights flash as he was coming toward me. It must have spooked him, because he jerked the bike to swerve it (unnecessarily, I might add) and down went the bike. He came off the bike and rolled, hitting his head on the pavement.

No, he was not wearing a helmet. He probably should have been, because he got a nasty gash on his forehead from the pavement.

He immediately (Thank the Good Lord!) got up, and quickly walked over to his bike and began to push it down the road past my car. I rolled down the window and asked him, "Are you all right?"

He just kept walking.

I didn't know what to do at that point. He obviously felt embarrassed, maybe a little P-Oed. Not exactly sure who to be POed at, though...maybe his pride was a little hurt.

And I was just awed, a little shocked, and confused as to what I should do at that point. I sat there a good five minutes. Thankfully there was no one behind me. I just watched him walk down the road.

Then, I did the only thing I knew to do. Go get my passenger, who just happened to be an orderly at the hospital.

I nearly made goal tonight. After that, though, I decided to call it a night.

Have a blessed night. I know that biker was! Even if he don't want to admit it.