Broken Brother

As you may or may not know my brother has always had a bit of a knack for getting hurt and being at the wrong place at the wrong time. It is almost inevitable that if someone is going to get hurt, it will be him. He plays hard, and when you play hard sometimes you fall hard.

Recently Ad has taken up yet another dangerous but ultimately fun hobby: riding motorcycles. He received his license with zero demerits, always gears up with safety equipment and tries to remain safe while still having fun.

Last weekend he took a trip to Princeton with a group of approximately 15 people. They had a fun and relaxing ride, followed by what sounded like a lovely lunch. About 20 minutes into the ride home, trouble hit. As Ad rounded the corner, he failed to see some debris and glass on the road and when his bike rode through it he lost traction and became friends with the ditch.

fortunately a very nice trucker offered to load his bike up on his empty truck and take it back to his home base in Abbotsford, which made it much easier to retrieve the bike a few days later. Since his entire party was riding motorcycles, getting back to the city would have been very difficult were not for another set of good samaritans who loaded them into their minivan and drove him to the Abby hospital.

Although his helmet would have you think otherwise, Ad is basically ok. He has a broken shoulder (scapula to be exact) and some bruising in his legs. But in my books walking away from a motorcycle crash on a curvy highway with only a broken shoulder is DAMN LUCKY!

His bike is a write-off and ICBC is going to give him money for his bike, helmet and lost wages until EI kicks in, so overall the situation really could have been much worse. I'm just happy he is ok.