Scar(r)ed For Life.

About a week ago, we were going out to celebrate the completion of the wife's first year of residency. It was a special night, so we figured we would go to one of the better restaurants in the city, Peter Luger's.

We arrived there, lickety-split. Found the parking lot with ease. Parked. Jumped out and began our walk to the restaurant. Nothing out of the ordinary.

As we made our way down the street, we heard sirens. Still, nothing out of the ordinary. But as we walked to the restaurant, we saw a fire truck approach the intersection pretty quickly. Perpendicular to the truck was a motorcyclist.

He too was moving pretty quickly. The motorcyclist had the light I think, but when he saw the fire truck, he slammed on his breaks.

The next part happened pretty fast, but I think that the cyclist flipped over the handlebars of his motorcycle which was in a low-side fall. As he flipped over, the truck came around the corner. He went under the truck and got caught under the front axle as the truck started to pull off to the side to check out the accident.

They dragged him a good 20 or 30 feet before they slowed to a stop. People were flagging them to stop from the sidewalk. Windows were jammed with on-lookers. And we all felt stunned. We all reached for our cell phones to call 911 as the doctors in my group went to check in with the fire fighters to see if they could assist.

They guy was yelling at the fire fighters. Cursing. But alive.

We went into dinner shortly thereafter. I think that even if we hadn't had this as an appetizer, the restaurant would have just been okay. But it's hard to eat when your heart is in your throat.

He was not cursing in Spanish so far as we could tell.

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