No, not THAT kind of a bang, silly. The kind of a bang where one gets an e-mail from one's beloved halfway through the day saying that there was a "scooter mishap" on the way to work, but that he is "fine, really."
This is the second time that a DC taxi has tried to take Josh out. I'm not going to call them taxis anymore. I'm going to start calling them "widowmakers."
As in:
I've had too much to drink. I'll take a widowmaker home.
Or:
I'm going downtown, too. You wanna share a widowmaker?
His e-mail to me included a detailed diagram of the mishap scene, as well as photographs of the damage to the taxi--I mean, widowmaker-- (minimal) and the scooter (extensive). And a photo of himself to prove that he is "fine, really."
My team-mate, J.A., was impressed with Josh's finesse in breaking the news to his wife that he had narrowly escaped grievous injury.
I include some of those images here for your viewing pleasure.
I tweaked this image by adding the stick figure, but the scale is all wrong. Unless Josh is actually a giant.
How lucky that Josh had the foresight to purchase serious protective motorcycle outerwear a long time ago, and that he always wears it. He sustained a few bruises, but no more than he has after a softball game. His wrist is a little swollen.
His work wife insisted that he apply ice to his wrist, and for that I thank her.
Josh is not at all happy, I'll tell you whut. The man loves, loves, LOVES riding his scooter.
The scooter was towed to our driveway for a hefty sum of money and now sits there, maimed and shrouded.
The part that seemed the worst for me, and that I have guilt about, is that he had to walk home from the Metro station this evening wearing his big clompy motorcycle boots. I was visiting my parents after work, and it just didn't occur to me that I should cancel because he would need a ride home. He seemed so casual and offhand about the whole thing when I talked to him on the phone.
I mean, he could have gotten a widowmaker at the Metro station, but maybe he was still harboring a grudge. I don't know.
Take care of yourself out there, MizterS.
Posted by: Lori | April 15, 2011 at 10:27 PM
Holy Smokes & Widowmakers! There have been some bad skirmishes with taxis out here too which we in the limo business run into (ha ha) from time to time and many people have trouble judging distances with motorcycles and scooters for some reason. Good thing Josh is a cautious driver.
Posted by: Pam L | April 15, 2011 at 11:29 PM
So glad he's OK!! The poor scooter though. What's the plan of repair, if there is one?
Posted by: Margaret | April 16, 2011 at 01:28 PM
Wow, so glad he is ok. Scary!
Posted by: maddy | April 16, 2011 at 02:13 PM
He looks like he's in pain, in a John Wayne sort of way.
Posted by: Dusty | April 16, 2011 at 02:36 PM
Dusty, you have no idea what a compliment that is for him. Wait, maybe you do. Did I ever write a post about his John Wayne love?
Posted by: Miz S | April 16, 2011 at 02:38 PM
This is one helluva mid-life crisis.
Posted by: Stokesia | April 16, 2011 at 02:54 PM
Spoken like a disapproving elder sister. Well done.
Posted by: Miz S | April 16, 2011 at 02:57 PM
Your husband is a damn fine-looking man. In case you didn't know. :)
Posted by: Fay | April 16, 2011 at 03:08 PM
Yeah...it's kind of annoying, honestly. He's aging very handsomely.
Posted by: Miz S | April 16, 2011 at 03:20 PM
OMG ! Of course I had to go to his page and ask if they drew a white chalk outline.. just in case. Widowmakers !!! Classic. He seems grouchy with the ice on his hand. Men hate to look all girly even when getting hit by cars. I hope he is soon on the mend and going camping,wrestling a bear, grilling....
Posted by: the bee | April 16, 2011 at 04:25 PM
Nothing to mend, honestly. A sore wrist that isn't even that sore today. The protective motorcycle gear is really worth the money.
Posted by: Miz S | April 16, 2011 at 04:34 PM
So I'm getting caught up here and thinking you are so funny and cute, Laughing about your appointment with McDreamy. And Bonnie's poetry. How DOES she do that so consistently well?? Admiring your beautiful lamb of a daughter- I like her hair! Sharing the motorcycle accident diagrams with Rich as a cautionary tale. But the overriding thought through all of this is: Did you get your taxes done? (We didn't. Sigh) Glad YOUR McDreamy is okay.
Posted by: Vicki | April 16, 2011 at 09:53 PM
As the wife of a fellow scooter driver: thank GOD he's okay!
xo
Posted by: blackbird | April 17, 2011 at 10:27 AM
There must have been some kind of Mercury retrograde astrological crap that I know nothing about going on Friday -- my BIL and niece were in a bad car crash on Friday. The car was totalled, but the five-year-old walked away with just a bruise and BIL only needed facial stitches.
I am glad MizterS is fine and I admire his smarts in buying (and WEARING) protective gear.
Posted by: Liz Michalski | April 17, 2011 at 03:11 PM
I smell a hefty retirement fund deposit from THE LAWSUIT you should slap on the widowmaker's ass for the narrow miss! I know lawyers prefer a deceased Plaintiff, but hey - at least get your former scooter out of them.
The problem with these taxi drivers is that they usually hail from countries where the smaller vehicle gives way to the larger vehicle, no matter the law. So their attention span is skewed.
Yes, that's another Vickism.
Still lovin' our Crucial Things file. Sucker is working!
Posted by: MsCellania | April 17, 2011 at 10:19 PM
John Wayne?
William Shatner (Captain Kirk role) for me.
Glad he is okay. I have narrowly missed two deer so far on my bike.
Posted by: FC | April 18, 2011 at 09:49 PM