Feb 20, 2010
“You just take Jefferson all the way to Ft. W-BAM!”
We attempted to go to Ft. Worth today. Jason, Ian, Randall, Alicia and I met up at Barcadia. We took off down Live Oak to downtown, crossed the Zang bridge and headed into Oak Cliff.
All was well, except for a strong wind from the south, and we were on Jefferson, heading westbound. Ian was leading, I was right behind. A van pulled onto Jefferson from Bishop and immediately stopped to wait for a parking spot.
Ian was looking back for Jason and Alicia and didn’t see that the car wasn’t moving.
Bam.
Or more like: BAMAMAMCRUNCHBOOMTHUNK.
Something like that. It was loud. I missed seeing it, since I swerved into the left lane. But from other bystanders’ accounts, Ian tapped into his inner Wiley Coyote, with an impressive splayed limbs impact.
People around called 911, and within 2 minutes a fire truck came, with an ambulance close behind. He declined the ambulance, and we rode to Methodist hospital.
Ian split his chin open, busted some knuckles and a knee. He was wearing his helmet and suffered no apparent head injuries.
But he did kick that van’s ass pretty good.
Bonus pic from the hospital:
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin. Glad that you’re ok Ian. Even more glad that you were wearing your helmet. Nate, where was your helmet?!
I had mine on too. Picked mine up from Omar just the day before. I’m aero now.
The photo from the hospital is priceless. And I’m happy no one was seriously injured.
It’s a good thing Ian’s face is sturdier than his penmanship.