Yesterday I celebrated my 15 year wedding anniversary.
I’ll be the first to admit that it’s been a long road to get this far and I know the road will keep going, but not without it’s pot holes and crossroads. That’s just life.
But I will admit that last week I received a phone call that stopped my heart and made me fear that road had come to a end.
It’s the call we Dames all dread when we’re married to someone who drives a motorcycle.
It doesn’t matter that my husband has been driving a motorcycle for over 15 years.
It doesn’t matter that the motorcycle he was riding has been in our family for 12 years and his family for even longer than that.
It doesn’t even matter that for the past decade my husband has been a motorcycle safety instructor.
What matters is that every time he walks out the door to get on his motorcycle he is suited from head to toe in gear. That as he goes out the door I remind him, “Be safe” because every time I hear that motorcycle rev up in our driveway that I say a little prayer.
Sadly, it’s not him I so much worry about, then those driving other vehicles that pay no attention to motorcyclist.
Tis the season.
WATCH FOR MOTORCYCLES, PLEASE!
My husband is like a duck. Everything seems to roll off his back.
But when he called and asked me to pick him up in front the local Burger King, I initially thought the motorbike had broken down as it had two months before, but when I asked if he was okay and he replied, “I’m a little sore.” My heart stopped and my head told me he wasn’t broke down.
The young gentlemen leaving college that evening says he never saw my husband coming down the road, so he turned in front of him.
I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but when your motorcycle safety conscious husband is wearing bright yellow pants and a yellow reflective vest over his motorcycle jacket, it’s hard to believe the driver didn’t see him.
I have often teased my husband because of those bright yellow pants and listen to others make remarks about how my husband is the dude with the yellow pants.
According to the ER doctor it was those yellow pants that kept him from having a broken leg and possibly broken hip.
It was his motorcycle gear, covering him head to foot, that prevented him from road rash and another further damages to his body.
I feel so blessed that when I arrived at the accident scene my husband was able to walk away from the accident.
Not all motorcycle accidents have happy endings.
While my husband is not totally without injury, it could have been a lot worse.
Not all motorcyclist have enough common sense to wear helmets let alone proper gear to protect themselves.
It’s hot. I get that.
It’s your life. You got that?
My husband says I’m a nag. He’s probably right.
Don’t ever be afraid to make speak up and make the person you love gear up before they step onto that Motorcycle. Even a helmet is better protection then none at all.