There are two kinds of bikers. Those who have crashed, and those who are going to crash. My wife is now
among the first group. While taking the
Riders Edge course at
Worth Harley Saturday morning she laid the bike down....on her foot. She told the instructor she thought she'd broken her ankle, and about an hour later the E.R. doctor confirmed it. So instead of a motorcycle license she's getting a cast.
I'm gonna be honest. I laughed a little bit. Since she works for
Harley I know she's going to have a rough day tomorrow as her co-workers pile on the jokes. Besides that she's doing great. No surgery should be needed and she'll get the cast on in a few days. I just gotta keep her from crashing on the crutches.
My trooper
3 comments:
Owie! I can't even imagine how she must be hurting. You treat her nice, David, or we'll come up there and put you in a world of hurt.
Nancy, she smacked me into submission years ago!
Um, your wife is a bad-ass. I wouldn't touch a Harley with a ten foot pole and a Hazmat suit for fear of killing myself (I can barely not injure myself with two feet.) I hope she gets better soon and is back on her bike in no time!
PS when I was little a horse stepped on my foot. I'm imagining it felt something like that.
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