Stopped by Baker’s to check on parts and make a little progress on my build. He’s busy as usual fixing something up:
Watched a good friend get tugged to the ground today, helmetless, and slide to a stop on his broken clavicle. 9 staples in the head, three cracked ribs and a punctured lung later he's surfin’ the morphine drip. I thought I watched him die but he woke up. Life is so fragile. Be careful out there and wear your helmet every time.