An Accident
About 11:00 this morning, my cell phone rings.
The Caller-ID displayed “Daddy.” I answer the phone and it’s my Mom. I’m very curious to why my Mom is using my Dad’s cell phone. Before I have the chance my mom says, “You always tell us we never tell you anything.” Immediately I say “What’s wrong?”
While my Dad was out daily 2 hour bicycle ride this morning, he had an accident. Towards the end of my Dad’s ride, a somewhat small dog came out of nowhere and ran between my dad’s tires. My Dad ran over the dog, went flying in the air, and then came crashing down - he thinks on the dog.
Good news: no broken bones (he thought he may have broken his hip) and he thinks he’ll be able to ride again in a few days. Bad news: he’s sore and has scrapes and bruises, his bike is damaged, he trashed his helmet (which is much better than his head), his bike clothes are ruined, and I think he may kill the dog if it survived.
Two things…1. bike helmets are your friend and 2. I hate it when my mom starts out a conversation “You always tell us we never tell you anything.”
June 23rd, 2005 at 9:31 am
the same exact thing happened to my dad. a dog ran into his front wheel, turning it sideways. he broke his collar bone. after he left the ER he called the sheriff and reported the dude who didn’t keep his dog chained. then he told the dude that if he ever saw the dog loose again he would kill it. dogs + bikes = trach
June 23rd, 2005 at 11:42 am
The same thing happened to my dad too. Except he wasn’t on a bike. And there wasn’t a dog. And he didn’t break his hip or collar.
the end
June 24th, 2005 at 7:55 am
you emmer effers really need to differentiate who is blogging what blogs. at first i was confused as to why caleb would have his dad’s name programmed as “daddy”
June 29th, 2005 at 10:17 am
Crobine, right by the title is the author’s name, birch.
June 29th, 2005 at 1:53 pm
Thanks TP!
June 30th, 2005 at 7:57 am
what can i say? i suck, and i don’t read good.