On Friday Maw Maw and Poppa came to pick up Landon right after nap/snack and took him on down to the beach with them for kinda a little treat for Landon since he doesn't really get to leave daycare early like the other kids do. Once all the daycare kids left I was going to get last minute things packed and once Brian got home from work we were going to load up and head to the beach ourselves. The last kid I had once Landon left usually leaves around 5:20 on Fridays, not this Friday, she didn't leave until almost 6, which is closing time!
Once she left, I quickly cleaned up daycare and went upstairs and finished getting our things together. While doing so I heard a great big bang outside. At first I thought it was just the neighborhood kids that were playing ball in the street but then I remember earlier in the day I heard a little moped or motorcycle going by a couple of times so I thought I should look out to see if I could figure out what the noise was. Well, when I looked out the window, I saw a little motorcycle under Brian's truck that was parked on the street. (we park whichever car Brian doesn't take to work on the street to give the kids more space to play in the garage) I quickly ran down the stairs and out the front door to try to find the driver of the vehicle thinking he was just on the other side of the truck and I couldn't see him. Not the case at all, he was actually under the truck as well. The kids that were playing in the street were standing at the back of the truck and I was asking if he was OK and if I needed to call 911. Shortly after me asking the kids, the driver of the cycle started moving and I asked him if he was OK and told him not to move that an ambulance was on the way to check him out. He kept insisting for me not to call but I called because once he sat up from under the truck he had a gash under his eye. He asked the kids that were there how long he was out, his question was "how long was I out, a second or two?" and one girl responded "three or four" so he was out for a while. He realized the cigarette he was smoking when the accident happened was right there in the yard so he finished smoking it before the police got there. He actually lost everything from his pockets, the watch off his arm and the gas can from the motorcycle was under the truck by the passenger side rear tire. He even knocked the spare key magnetic box off the bottom of Brian's bumper.
2 police cars got there first and we did all of our talking about the situation, and then a big fire truck came as well as a F-150 fire truck and then the ambulance came. The police officers and the fireman said he should get looked at by the rescue squad because they though he had a concussion. In fact one of the police officers kept messing with the pour guy because when they first got there they asked him for his license and he pulled out one of those tri fold luney tunes Velcro wallets from back in the olden days but it was empty, nothing was in it. So throughout the "questioning" they kept asking him for his ID and he kept pulling out his empty wallet just as if it was the first time he was asked to get it out and the police officer would just laugh and tell him he needed to get checked out to make sure.
At this point Brian has come home trying to figure out what in the world was going on so I explained things to him and he stayed outside with the police and other rescue responders while I went and finished packing so we could get on the road at a decent hour! Needless to say my train of thought was gone on packing and I finally got us packed and we were loaded up and ready to go sometime after 7pm.
Here are some after pictures of the truck and motorcycle, now when I say motor cycle it is a real gas powered motorcycle but small enough for Landon to ride if that makes sense.
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