So I had taken Michael and Ellie and Gabe to get them (not Gabe) our flu/covid shots. Ellie hated it. We passed by Chris walking home from play rehearsal. We stopped to take him home.
On the way to turn into his road, a motorbike and the van collided. I threw it into park and ran over, yelling to Ellie to call 911. The guy, (like teenager-ish) was laying on the grass (landed right on the grass? Miracle did not scrape on pavement. Laying there, me saying ' are you ok, you have to stay right there, are you ok?????"
He looks stunned - obviously. Then he starts saying, 'I am fine, I am fine'. And then he starts to get up and I am yelling 'you have to stay.' Michael gives him back his shoe and he puts on his baseball cap (NO HELMET???), gets the seat back on his bike and drives off, the fingers on his left hand looking NOT normal. And me yelling ' stay here!" He drives off. I talk to 911 - they send a police guy over.
The police guy takes down the story. All the kids (minus Ellie) are telling their stories. I am freaking worried about the guy.
Apparently he was driving, illegally on his street bike : no lights and not registered, down the road and ran into the van (I had my headlights on and turn signal). I just saw him the minute he hit the hood. I am worried for him.
Good new: I am not driver 1 (driver 1 always the cause of the crash). The biker has bad fingers. I am praying for him.
Another police car came by to look for the bike/r, didn't find it. They both agreed the bike was behind a garage or a fence. They sent a note to the hospital in case someone shows up with that injury.
Did a claim. Supplied information. Spent all of yesterday taping up the car to drive to Toyota, getting rental car, driving home. Cooking dinners, etc,
AND other good news - insurance premium is not going up! Because "you are a good driver" ( little do they know.)
Anyway, here is the damage, and here is the new car (for the next three weeks!)
