I don't know his name. There's a bike in the distance there, and some of our equipment strewn out along the road. (Eaton County photos here and below,) |
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What I'm grateful for this Thanksgiving is this man and his many first-responding colleagues who took care of Mark and me in the immediate aftermath of our August 22 crash in Michigan. As the picture below shows, I was in no shape to help myself. They responded within minutes, in many vehicles, and seemed to have dropped everything to come out and get us. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I have spent a lot of time in my life crabbing about the excesses of cops, but this right here is the flip side, the good work that doesn't get a lot of press and is under-appreciated.
Eaton County, which has a law enforcement office that keeps track, sent us a huge, highly detailed accident report, with dozens of photos, witness statements, voice interaction between officers, status updates and a statement from the driver of the car that hit us.
I feel bad for the girl. She's just 18, and I'm guessing she struggles with the basics that I take for granted.
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This is me:
Zonked. I have no memory of this. |
And here's the car that hit us, and the (significant) damage we did:
So, to all you bikers out there, count your blessings, and ride carefully!!
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Update on Mark: A week ago he said he was in PT three or four times a week, putting more weight on his leg, and using just one crutch indoors on level surfaces. He was about to graduate to a cane. He has some nerve damage that has impacted his foot action, which may or may not improve. If it doesn't, he said he may need more surgery and/or a brace.
He was hit first, and much harder than myself.