Son crashed with his ride
Almost hit a tree in flight
Wild 24 hours
Nothing was broken
Though the bruises are heavy
Young lucky fucker
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OT SpoilerWell, after 4-5m of free flight he hit the grass at 8:30pm in the dark. Luckily he was conscious after a few seconds (as he told me) again and managed to find his smartphone, which was lying on the ground about a meter away, to call the ambulance himelf. He lost everything he had in his pockets.
That's what i call a wild ride!When the police called me, i had to drive to the accident's location to pick up his e-motorcycle.
But there was an additional little problem...
I ate a freshly baked
spacecake 10 minutes earlier. (EDIT: Or 20? or even 30 minutes? Time blindness sucks!)
So i instantly tried to empty my stomach, first sticking my finger down my throat, which didn't really work. Not joking, i was thinking: "Why can't my wife be like that, too ?!". Then i tried with a toothbrush, same result. After that, i drank a hell lot of water from the faucet, until i just had to bend over and open my mouth really wide, then the vomit part worked. But it still wasn't enough coming out, and after all that physical stress, i felt the THC kicking in slowly. I didn't have the time to drink more water and puke it out, and who knows if this would have helped much. It was just a logical, first step in the actual scenario.
Googling advised me to drink the juice of a lemon with water (
even more water, with sour lemon juice going down my burning throat), because the Limonene helps with the symptoms of THC, and luckily we had a fresh pound of lemons at home, so i did just that. I knew that my Fructose-malabsorbtion wouldn't like that but i had to literally swallow it.
Then i had to drive to the location of the accident, and after about 25 minutes i was feeling the effects of the lemon juice slowly working. I had to talk to the officers, they told me the details of what has happened. Lucky fucker just missed a tree in flight, right brake handle broke off, the steering bar was misaligned by about 15 degrees, not much damage to see, because his leg basically was the cushion between the wooden guide bar at the side of the street, and the bike. That's why his leg is pretty messed up, but no bones broken, no tendons or muscles torn, no organs damaged. Swollen leg and foot, big bruises, a part the side of the knee was skinned.
The police told me they took his license plate, because of the worn tire and some things he modded (without authority), and the best part is, the front fender was missing. So i told the officers, that the fender has to be lying around somewhere near, because i saw him driving away with the fender mounted the same day. Then one policeman said, that he found the fender sticking out of YOUNG MR. COOL's backpack
Anyway, we pushed the ride into the back of my van and i was feeling like totally sober at this time already. The lemon juice worked really well, because i usually don't make too weak spacecakes, because i always think i might haven't mixed enough weed into the dough as i go.
Police told me to repair the ride and put it into road-safe condition to get the license plate back.
No further consequences.
No "Mr. you seem to be very confused, avoid eye contact, show evidence of poor balance and talk too quiet and soft, not to speak of those bloodshot eyes in the light of my Maglite..."-nightmares that became true.
No fuzzy mind.
Thanks, Lemon juice
When i was driving to the hospital afterwards, where Sonny was at the Radiology station, doctors checked him up with Ultrasonic, X-Ray and even took a blood probe to check his liver for signs of hidden inhuries, finally they kindly kicked us out.
When i was at home again, about three hours after the lemon juice, i started to leave the world of partial sobriety again, i'd call that a close to perfect timing, and after my wife went calm, i enjoyed the rest of the rather short night in a comfortable frenzy.
My son is using my wife's rakes, which she kept after her ligament rupture, but he got not humbled enough by the accident, sadly.
He did ride his full suspension bike through the woods and over ramps in parks, so he was the kind of stunt rider when he got his electric motorcycle, which has acceleration you can only dream of. Mix this with worn off tires, wet streets in the dark, and a teenager still looking to find his limits.
The healing will take a while, as will the repair, intentionally.
The toll of drinking lemon juice while my intestines don't tolerate Fructose, Sucrose and Citric acid, as well as some other stuff too well, was medium at worst.
I was tired and weak throughout the day, had a handful of shits, of which some were ... quite ... complicated.
For comparison: Garlic gives me feelings of being stabbed in the kidneys with needles for 2-3 hours, but cortisone helps with that, i coincidentally found out once.
That's it, the story behind the haiku.
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