I finally got to see my buddy, Doug Thompson, yesterday. We met at the Country Store in downtown Floyd and sat at the same table where I last saw him.
Doug brought me up to speed on the accident he was in. He was coming home one night on his Harley from covering a ball game when a cow decided to direct traffic. Unfortunately for Doug, the cow was not wearing a reflective safety vest. Doug had a coupla’ nanoseconds to calculate what he saw as he came around the curve, react and lay down the bike. The wreck almost killed Doug, but that’s been tried before, unsuccessfully I might add.
I find it ironic that an animal almost ten times Doug’s size was not able to take him out. Don Johnson, another local blogger, had joined us and mentioned the explanation is simple. Doug’s just too durn stubborn to die. He is that.
Most everybody in town had automatically assumed that Doug would never be seen on that well-known black Harley anymore. Insert sound of buzzer here. Doug told me his wife, Amy, said she didn’t mind if he got the Harley fixed and started riding again if he promised he would not ride at night anymore. Agreed.
He’s still got a brace boot on one foot, but he’s coming along nicely. Actually, I think he looks very healthy considering what he went through. Doug said he lost twenty pounds while in the hospital. Friends that saw him very soon after the accident have said they’re amazed at how well he looks. Considering what there was to work with, the plastic surgeon did an amazing job. Doug knows I’m just ribbin’ him, it’s a guy thing.
I’m really lookin’ forward to the weather warmin’ up a bit. I’m hopin’ to catch a glimpse of that black Harley parked in front of The Station across the street from the Country Store. The boys are back in town.
