Thursday August 15th 2019, 9:49 pm
Filed under: Friends,Life

This. Is the bike of a lucky man. Friend of my husband’s.

Who somehow had the skill and sheer great fortune that when a car pulled directly in his path on the freeway and then braked, at a time when the motorcycle was doing 80, the rider managed to lay it down well enough so as to be able to walk away. The steel toes in his boots were worn completely off. He’s limping but apparently, nothing broken.

That gorgeous shade of red and black is parked for good where they towed it, because I don’t think it’s going anywhere again.

The crazy-artist side of me wants to ask, if you made that a colorway, if you tried to put a name to both the experience and those colors and encompassed it in stitches to try to make sense of it all–not that wool would stand up where steel did not–what would you call it?

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Resurrection Red?

Comment by Anne 08.15.19 @ 11:34 pm

Lucky indeed!

The colors remind me of a skein of yarn I had from Mad Color Fiber Arts, called It’s Just a Flesh Wound.

Comment by ccr in MA 08.16.19 @ 6:08 am

Emilie suggests “Slight Red Turn”.

Glad the accident was not worse!

Comment by Suzanne in Montreal 08.16.19 @ 6:55 am


Comment by Sherry in Idaho 08.17.19 @ 8:15 am

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