Originally Posted by
lostarchitect
If I brought my motorcycle to a bicycle shop and asked to have the derailleur fixed, I suspect I'd have larger problems.
They might helpfully and sincerely ask if you sustained a head injury...
True story: one Summer night in my early teens, me and some friends were hanging out at the beach and engaged in a friendly sprint to the water fountain on the side of the firehouse. Dark out, freshly installed asphalt (black) curb, I tripped over it at full tilt run, instinctively put my hands out to break my fall... and broke my left wrist and right pinky.
I feel bad for Kerry, especially if it involves complications with his hip replacement. Any of us suffers a crash like that, no one cares except maybe the paramedics. Kerry crashes, and it makes the news...
Aside: I used to work at Savenor's Market on Charles St. in Boston, and Kerry's chef occasionally purchased meat from our store. There's a decent chance I cut meat he ate.