Fred story
Mar. 7th, 2004 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninevirtuesYou may recall, if you have been reading along, that I am very inspired by Fred.... Fred is 73, Fred rides across Florida and Iowa every year, and when I am 73, I want to be Fred.
Well, Fred and some other people went off to ride the Virginia Creeper trail, and he took a nasty spill... resulting in two big cracks in his helmet and a goose egg on his head. (Helmets. We liiiiike helmets.) Help was summoned, and the paramedics promptly asked him the standard questions (do you know who you are, do you know where you are, do you know what day of the week it is?)
Fred handled the first two okay, but very clearly replied to the third that no, he didn't know what day of the week it was-- he was retired, and he didn't have to know.
Score one for Fred and his innate feistiness. Go, Fred!
Well, Fred and some other people went off to ride the Virginia Creeper trail, and he took a nasty spill... resulting in two big cracks in his helmet and a goose egg on his head. (Helmets. We liiiiike helmets.) Help was summoned, and the paramedics promptly asked him the standard questions (do you know who you are, do you know where you are, do you know what day of the week it is?)
Fred handled the first two okay, but very clearly replied to the third that no, he didn't know what day of the week it was-- he was retired, and he didn't have to know.
Score one for Fred and his innate feistiness. Go, Fred!
