Today reminded me why I will never ride a motorcycle. On the way back from lunch, a motorcyclist wiped out tumbling over the roadway. Due to the smoke and debris, it wasn’t clear exactly how he fell, but he was able to get up under his own power.
Fortunately, this wasn’t a situation where everyone just passed by ignoring the situation, even though the guy had a buddy with him. The old guy closest to them stuck around, a lady called up FHP, and I offered the use of towel and rubbing alcohol to address the wounds (which he declined).
Getting a close look at him, he primarily had some cuts and a large abrasion on his left shoulder, but seemed to be mostly in good shape.
To top it off, on the side road to get to work, a power line lost slack, sagging into the middle of the right-of-way. The turn to get into the work parking lot is before the power line, so it had no direct effect on me.