As the pounding of my heart has now subsided, I can smile a bit as I think about my 88 year old dad walking into my garage this morning as I was polishing some insignificant piece of hardware. I was chatting with him, and everything was classic good feeling, Sunday morning, long Memorial weekend, when out of the corner of my eye I saw him go to sit on my old Beemer which was on a side stand, and immediately high side as the bike went down on top of him. Adrenaline kicked in as I pulled the bike off of him, to find him laughing. No damage to him or the bike as I have the floor of my garage rugged with a pad underneath, mostly to absorb oil, and to make it easier to find lost parts.
I'm kind of proud of him, although he is now banished from the garage.
As I think about alternative outcomes, it's a bright beautiful day now and everything looks wonderful.
Best wishes for a great weekend,
Ben