This morning as I walked to the bus stop, I saw a shattered
bike helmet in the middle of a driveway. Who knows what happened there? But it
reminded me of the time Rich needed to get a new bike helmet. The irony is that
he was the one always telling other people to be sure to wear a helmet when
biking, yet his ancient, moldy helmet would have been no protection in a crash.
We all told him to get a new helmet, but he thought the old one was perfectly
serviceable. It took an act of God to finally get him to buy a new one.
Rich had gone camping with a friend in a place called Thorp,
which does not have much in it but does have a restaurant called Thorpedo. They brought their bikes up, strapped to the
back of the car, and left the same way. Once they got on the highway, the car
behind them kept flashing its lights so they pulled over. Something had flown
off their car and smashed on the hood of the car behind them, causing no damage
to it, but the object had shattered completely. They were puzzling over what it
could be when Rich realized that he had left his bike helmet on the handlebars
of his bike, and that was what had flown off and smashed on the other car. When
he told us this story, Kathbert and I said, “See, Rich? Even God thinks you
needed a new helmet!” So he did get one.
Famous Hat
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