Road Rash

Last night Paul Miller and I had to go to Giesinger Hospital to pick up someone from the hospital. We were passing the Evan. Hospital when I looked into my side mirror and said to Paul, "This dude is flying." I no sooner had said this when he was nearly at our side. I watched him bump the bumper of the car next to me and the rest is history. His bike slid out from under him and he was soon sliding by me on his back. I pulled off the road and got out to help him. He got up swearing and cursing. We helped him move his bike off the road. By now the police arrived and me in my blood soaked clothes got back into my van and journeyed on tho Giesinger.