katherine, maggie, and i were snuggling in kat's bed watching a movie about an hour ago when john, with a big grin on his face, stuck his head in her door to say he was going for a ride... on his motorcycle (dani rolled her eyes while shaking her head).
"BE CAREFUL!!!" i said as he turned to leave.
"i'm ALWAYS careful..." he replied.
his careful and mine are NOT the same. i do hope he is having a great ride. the weaher is amazing today, and sunday traffic is usually light. however, a couple of months ago on a sunday just like today i had a real scare while 'my boy' was out playing on his 'hog'.
john had been gone for a couple of hours. i really hadn't expected him to be gone quite that long because although it was a beautiful, sunny day, it was rather cool. another half hour or so passed, and i started to get a little anxious. (it didn't help that the day before i had told my great uncle that i'd gotten john a new harley davidson jacket and gloves and he had replied that i'd be buying him a coffin next.)
as i've said before, we live just a half a block from the busiest street in our small town. well, the next thing i knew i heard sirens racing down that street. i opened the blinds. i saw two or three police cruisers followed by two fire trucks followed by two ambulances with two more police cars bringing up the rear.
"i wonder what's going on???" katherine inquired.
i was wondering the same thing and secretly praying it didn't involve john.
i sat and became more and more anxious until i couldn't stand it any longer. after hearing more sirens going in the same direction, i got up put on my tennis shoes and grabbed my keys.
"where are you going???" katherine asked.
"i think i'm going to take the commander to the car wash," i lied. i didn't want her to start worrying too.
all the emergency vehicles were heading south from my house. they could only go so far before they would no longer be in the city limits (at which point the state/county as opposed to the city would have been called to respond).
i got in the jeep and headed south. i didn't see anything. the street that i was referring to ends in a Y (you either have to merge to the right or to the left. i merged to the left and followed it to a by-pass that runs between the two branches of the road. i still saw nothing.
however, after travelling about a half a mile on the bypass i could see that there, indeed, had been an accident!!! as i got closer, i saw the police cars alining the shoulder of the highway. the police were pulling what looked to me like john's red and black motorcycle out of a ditch. i could see that there was also a dark green mini-van involved in the accident.
even though there was relatively no traffic on the road there was still a police officer directing traffic around the accident. i rolled my window down to express my concern that the bike belonged to my husband. the police officer motioned me on without giving me the time of day. so i quickly pulled over to the shoulder on my side of the road.
i leaned my head out the window and yelled, "I THINK THAT MAY BE MY HUSBAND'S BIKE!!!"
"YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO KEEP MOVING MISS. I HAVE TO KEEP THE TRAFFIC MOVING!!!" the officer heatedly replied. (by the way... there was one car behind me that had already gone around me and no other cars in sight!!!)
again and louder, i repeated myself.
another police officer at the scene, started walking toward me telling the first officer he would take care of the situation. very nicely he helped me make a U-turn (where i would be located on the same side of the road as the accident). when i came to a stop, he asked me if he could help me.
i told him that my husband had been out riding his motorcycle and that the one i saw them pull from the ditch looked like his at least from a distance. he said he didn't think it was my husband because the man who was in the accident had a woman on the bike with him who he told the police was his wife... the officer flashed me a sheepish grin. "at least i hope that wasn't YOUR husband..."
i knew immediately it was not him. he has never let anyone ride with him!!! as a matter of fact the only time anyone other than him had even been on the bike was katherine and her bff hannah for a picture (see above)...
"orachonda???" was the next thing i understood him to say to me.
i said, "no, my husband's last name is 'berrong'."
"i don't know what the man's last name was; but it was an orange honda we pulled out of the ditch, ma'am..."
"an orange honda???" i asked. (conclusive relief!!!) "my husband rides a red and black harley. it is definitely NOT his..."
"no, that bike is an orangie-red honda, miss. i think the couple riding are ok; we sent them to the hospital so that they could be checked for abrasions and bruises."
i thanked him, thanked him, and thanked him again.
i drove away thankful that it wasn't john's bike i saw, thankful that the people who'd been riding on that bike were alright, and hopeful that john would be home and safe upon my return.
and... he was!!! thank you, GOD!!!
"orachonda!!! i thought he was talking about the owner of the bike's last name...
he had to have thought i was one dingy broad... (on occasion he'd be right!!!)
love and blessings,