It was the perfect storm. Beautiful weather, slow day at work, very fast motorcycle. Mountains, back roads, little traffic. Until that turn with the blind entrance. & that pickup truck. That no one was hurt badly& he walked away with just some bloody fingers and legs- & that was through gloves & Kevlar jeans- is a miracle, considering where his head hit the truck. Not my kind of perfect storm, but so grateful he will still be with me on many stormy nights to come.
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