Last Week Sucked Big Time

No other way to describe it. Last week just plain Mf'ing sucked. The OCC ride outta Caz on Weds dropped us square in the midst of a dude that lost the battle of motorcycle vs. van. I think we arrived on the accident scene a minute or two after it happened. I was rather shaken after learning the guy didn't make it. Messed with my head pretty damn good ... I wanted to help but there was really nothing anyone could do at that point other than try to comfort him. The icing on the cake was finding a good bud sitting in the ditch about a mile from the motorcycle accident w/a busted collar bone. Plain & simple, a freakin' bad night. Once we got the busted collar bone loaded into a car, three of us rode like madmen back to Caz without saying a word to each other. I think this was our way of quietly screaming WHY with our legs and lungs. Then to make the week a total suckfest, one of my best bud's wife called on Fri. to say that my bud's mom passed away ... and bonus, she was to be buried on Mother's Day. A little dazed and confused after all this but thank goodness for the therapy of the two wheels. Sorry that this is a bit of a downer but just trying to tell it like it is. Thoughts & prayers to the families of the motorcycle guy and the van driver as well as my best bud and his family. I'm skipping a pull in the paceline this time through if ya don't mind ... I just need a little breather if ya know what I mean.