Now it's all repaired, and he's going to pick it up, buy a new helmet and drive it home.
He's not tired, hungry or pissed off or in hurry to get anywhere.
On the other hand, the skies are looking pretty gloomy and it could start pouring rain at any minute.
He went through a long emotional process making the decision that this is how he gets around and part of how he indentifies himself and I can't argue with that.
I'm just at little edgy about the whole thing.
And it's going to be quite awhile before I'll feel comfortable enough to get on the bike with him again.
I guess this is the end or at least the beginning of the end of the accident saga.