Crash

Two days before John's 38th birthday, he was hit by a car while riding home from work at night. It was pouring down rain, and he was hit from behind, causing him to bump up onto the hood of the car, then roll off into the gutter. His bike landed on the sidewalk. The car kept going. It was a long night, and early the next morning, I put Oscar in the car and went to the ER to pick John up. He was pretty banged up, sore, and with some serious road rash. Sore turned into more sore and then stiff, and road rash has been overshadowed by a continuous rainbow of bruises. Here's a pic of his bike that I took before leaving it at the bike shop:

After realizing that John was relatively okay--he didn't bang his head or break any bones--I felt mostly relieved. After a few days of rest, he's managing to bounce back pretty well. Still pretty sore on his side, with some roving stiffness, but he's getting back to himself. And he got his bike back today and rode it to work tonight. I hope something like this never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever happens again, but now that it's mostly behind us I can say: it could have been worse, and I'm so glad it wasn't.