A nasty incident at my front door

This morning just before 11. I left the house to pop over to a friends. I had barely gone 20 yards when there was an almighty bang behind me and screaming.
I turned to see that a motorcyclist was trapped between two cars, one parked, and obviously hurt.
I found out that I can run quite fast when needed.
I helped the young lad from the wreckage and sat him on my garden wall, blood was dripping down his leg and he was fast going into shock. Luckily Mr Muscle was in the garden and he also came running. I got him to telephone for ambulance and police and bring an armful of blankets out. The wind was whistling down from the mountain and cutting like a knife up through the village. The young lad, only 17, was shaking like an aspen leaf so I wrapped him up and then he leant into my arms like a child.
The other driver and passenger were only interested in the damage to their car, the owner of the parked car was very snippy with them and pointed out that the only real concern was the injured person.

We had the police, fire brigade and a para medic there quite quickly  but had to wait for the ambulance to come from Tumble.

Fortunately another motorcyclist came by who recognised the patient and followed him to the hospital once they left.

I have no idea whose fault it was, I do know that the car pulled out from behind a mini bus so his view of the road was restricted. There was the usual line of parked cars for 10 houses so the motor bike had the clearest line of sight and was more than half way along these when the car pulled out.

I had seen the postman waiting to pull away as there was a long stream of traffic coming down the street and when I heard the bang I thought he had pulled out too soon.

I have moaned about motorcyclists taking chances, weaving through traffic and both over and undertaking. 
I have also seen car, van and lorry drivers totally blanking bikes out.
Only by the grace of god was this young man injured rather than killed.
I have his helmet and gloves here and hope that he will be able to collect them himself at some point.

I was happy to walk Ben and then busy myself in the greenhouse once everything had been cleared away. I was not bothered at the blood, or the obviously broken tibia/fibula.
 It was not the sheer fact that a young life could have been snuffed out in that second.
What made me feel so upset was the fact that when he finally got through to his father, his comment was. "well I can't come I am at work"
If it had been my son I would have been into HR in seconds and every company that I have worked for would have said GO.

That's it for today. I have to say that I do feel better for sharing this and am sorry if I have offended anyone.

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