"Dad was in a bad bike wreck. Going to the hospital. Meet us there ASAP."
Naturally, I freaked out. I ran home, grabbed Zach and the car and we rushed to the ER. I was expecting something like this:
It may look horrible, but I knew Dad was ok when the first thing he said was, "Oh, Zach is here? Let's get him to x-ray his ankle while they do my face!" And then he proceeded to repeatedly ask about his bike, which looked like this:
|That's the front fork, completely sheared off.|
Now, three weeks later the scar just adds to his ruggedly handsome good looks.
My Dad is the bravest man I know. Two days after the accident he was looking at a new bike. A month after the accident he's planning another 100 miler in California. The man is unstoppable.