Last night I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep (this has been a chore for some reason lately) so I was listening to the sounds of cars past the house. The side of our house abuts a moderately busy residential street and in the summer motorcyclists like to race down it. I could hear a crotch rocket barreling down towards our house and was mildly annoyed when all the sudden it went dead quiet and then I hear plastic on pavement. I knew instantly what happened. I woke Chris up and said I think the biker laid down the bike outside the house. He wasn't awake and didn't really comprehend what I was saying so I ran downstairs. I opened the front door to find a fireball....the bike had slid about 50 yds and burst into flames. By the time I got out there about three cars were stopped and everyone was on their cell phones with 911. I thought for sure someone had died, fortunately the biker was crouched on the side of the road, unharmed. I have NO IDEA how this man didn't break something. He didn't even have a helmet on. The firetrucks showed up and put out the flames and the ambulance checked out the biker. Needless to say after that adrenaline rush it was about 2 hours later before I finally fell asleep.
I also have to mention another weird spectacle I witnessed this morning on my way to Wausau (2 hours east of Green Bay) for work. One half of an over-sized semi with a modular home on the back of it was headed down the highway (Hwy 29) and tried to clear and overpass and actually got wedged under it. It was stuck on the highway. Try coming up on that at 70 mph at 6 am! They'll be lucky if they didn't kill someone with that screw up. Don't people think this kind of stuff through? Apparently not.
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