Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: mount airy (mayberry), NC,
My Saturday adventure....
Was planning to take my son on a ride Saturday a.m.; leave about noon, hit a hobby shop, a motorcycle shop, and take the boy to a b-day party. A buddy called me up about 10 am wanted to know if we wanted to ride with him and another guy to Greensboro for a car show. "Sure, sounds fun." Departure pushed up to 11:15. Grrr, shower, check air, ATM for cash, fuel, all in about an hour. But we made it to buddy's house. He and his riding pal both have BMWs: my buddy has an LT, a K-GT, 2 k-RTs (or RS?), a 70something Suzuki GT, and a slew of other nice toys (Viper, BMW 850, etc). His buddy has a Warrior, R6 yammie, and a K-RS. So we get there and there are TWO other BMWs (both RSes) ready to go. WOW!!! ONE BMW at a time is a treat around here, much less THREE in one spot, I think to myself. I told them I'd follow them unless the boy needed to stop.
About 30 miles down the road, the boy let me know he needed to stop. Other guys went on. My son said his helmet was hurting. told him to jiggle it, see if that helped. No. So we stop off at at the m.c shop we were going to visit anyway. His ears and forehead were a painful red. Ooops. So we go in and beat around and buy a helmet. As we're leaving, in the lot, beside my bike is an older purple/white shadow, similar to one I used to own. I thought I'd complimnent him on it when he got off his cel phone. He was saying he'd ask for directions to a hospital. Figured he was travelling and going to visit someone.
When he got off phone, I asked if he needed directions. He said he thought he was having a heart attack. I asked if he needed me to call 911. Eventually he said that yes do. I did that while he called his wife again, who was bringing his nitro and other meds. So I called and got the ambulance on the way. We talked a little while we waited. He had come over to buy another bike. THe shadow is his wifes. The ambulance took him away eventually and we waited with his bike for his wife, but had to leave before she got there. The lady who sold us the helmet had come out for a smoke during it all and said she'd handle the bike and such, if we couldn't wait. She was very helpful during this too. Kudos to her.
My son, age 6, acted like a perfect little gentleman the whole time. I am very proud of him. He never lost his patience with the situation, nor did he run wild or anything. He hung close by me, staying in the grass when other vehicles were moving. I am proud of the way he handled it all.
I feel like everything that day happened just so maybe someone would be there when the guy needed help. I hope he's okay - I have no idea. Stuff like that makes me wonder about fate and karma and such.
that was my Saturday "adventure".