It was a crazy week here at Michelle’s house.
I caught my mom cleaning up my 20 year old son’s road rash which he got in a motorcycle accident.
Yeah, every mother’s worst nightmare.
He was riding his motorcycle in a t-shirt with no protective gear and he (admittedly) was about to run a stop sign when he saw a cop up ahead coming toward him.
So he did was any 20 year old young man would do.
And fell off his bike.
The cop was kind enough to stop, not give my son a ticket, and ask if he needed an ambulance.
My son declined.
My birth family is filled with motorcycle riders.
Nevertheless, I informed him that he must’ve gotten his wild streak from his father’s side of the family because none of my family would do anything like that.
Except for my cousin Jennifer who laughed when I told her it was all my ex-husband’s fault, and was relieved that he wasn’t hurt worse.
So without further adieu, I give you Duncan’s road rash: