While I was on Ocracoke Island enjoying things like this sunset, I received a voicemail from my son. Only thing is I'd left my phone in the room. And then the next morning I realized there was this text message from him on Twitter about pimping a cane like House.
So 14 hours after he called me, I realized he had been hit by a car while riding his bike. Don't worry. He's fine. Bike is not. I'm driving down to Fredericksburg today to bring him a mountain bike and retrieve the broken road bike. Will see about getting it fixed. Needs a new front wheel and drops. The fork looks okay, but we'll see what the pros say at the bike shop.
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