The weekend trip to Lehman was pretty bitchin until the second ride Mark and I did on Sunday. Mark had a head on collision with another motorcycle around a sweeping corner. Mark ended up breaking his femur and the other guy only broke his collar bone and wrist.
Both guys managed to ride out to the road (on bikes) while I tracked down someone with a truck to take us back to Lehman. Then we loaded Mark up in the Tundra and off he and I went to the La Grande hospital.
After x-rays they thought it was best to fly him back to Boise that same night to get he into surgery as soon as possible. I drove back to Lehman to get some sleep and loaded up Monday morning to head home.
I get to La Grande and get cell reception again and notice that I have a new text message. I thought it would be from Mark to let me know which hospital he was at. Wrong, it was my friend Garrett letting me know that our good friend Pica was killed Saturday afternoon on his street bike. That musta been the longest drive home ever. I now have a funeral to go to Thursday. Sheesh, I just lost my grandma a week or so ago and now all this.
Both guys managed to ride out to the road (on bikes) while I tracked down someone with a truck to take us back to Lehman. Then we loaded Mark up in the Tundra and off he and I went to the La Grande hospital.
After x-rays they thought it was best to fly him back to Boise that same night to get he into surgery as soon as possible. I drove back to Lehman to get some sleep and loaded up Monday morning to head home.
I get to La Grande and get cell reception again and notice that I have a new text message. I thought it would be from Mark to let me know which hospital he was at. Wrong, it was my friend Garrett letting me know that our good friend Pica was killed Saturday afternoon on his street bike. That musta been the longest drive home ever. I now have a funeral to go to Thursday. Sheesh, I just lost my grandma a week or so ago and now all this.
