Life Happens

I received a phone call late last night from my husband, Wayne. He had been in a pretty big motorcycle accident at Jennings Race Track in Jennings, FL (just below Valdosta, GA). He doesn't remember what happened except that he thinks he was going into turn #13 a little too fast. His last glance at the odometer showed about 105 mph! Good grief! Tony (our son) says his back tire may have been a little too worn on the edges and that could have been what caused him to wreck. Wayne can't remember anything other than going into the turn and then waking up flat on the ground with the EMT talking to him.

Wayne went to the ER at Valdosta in an ambulance where they poked, prodded, stuck and X-ray'ed him to a fare-the-well. No internal injuries; no internal bleeding; no massive head injuries. Just a broken right collar bone. Amazing. His leathers (a leather suit that zips up to cover him from head-to-toe much like a diving suit for motorcyle riders) showed only a little scratching on the tops of both shoulders and his helmet didn't look too bad either. All of the protection that they wear (a back/spinal/chest protector, leathers, gloves, boots and helmet) really proved its value yesterday. Although bruised both physically and in the ego, Wayne is doing pretty well. We got him home last night and got some pain pills in him and he is doing OK all things considered. He's going to be sore for a few days but by the Grace of God he'll live to ride another day. We go see the local bone doctor tomorrow.

Here are a few pictures of the motorcycle, Wayne and the dog that hides under the bench anytime anyone goes near one of the motorcycles in the garage!