On my way back home today I got pasted by a motorcyclist. He was riding a semi-Harleyish kinda bike. About a 1.5mile down the road I notice that the traffic in my direction had stopped. As I creep along the side, I see the motorcyclist on the ground with his motorcycle in the middle of the street. The guy was laying flat on his back, and someone was using a towel to sheild him from the sun. His bike appeared to have a bent up fork. All I could think to myself after that was . . . "Man, I just saw that guy doing fine" BTW, I didn't see any car involved . . . maybe a hit and run. Needless to say, I drove home a little more careful.
So, that's what I saw today.