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A man was working
on his motorcycle on his patio and his wife was in the house in the kitchen. While revving the engine on the motorcycle, it
somehow slipped into gear. The man, still holding the handlebars, was dragged through a glass patio door and the motorcycle
came to a stop on its side inside the house. The wife, hearing the crash, ran into the dining room, and found her husband
lying on the floor, cut and bleeding, the motorcycle laying next to him and the patio door shattered. The wife ran to the
phone and summoned an ambulance. Because they lived on a fairly large hill, the wife went down the several flights of long
steps to the street to direct the paramedics to her husband.
After the ambulance arrived and transported the husband
to the hospital, the wife up-righted the motorcycle and pushed it outside. Seeing that gas had spilled on the floor, the wife
obtained some papers towels, blotted up the gasoline, and threw the towels in the toilet.
The husband was treated at
the hospital and was released to come home.
After arriving home, he looked at the shattered patio door and the damage
done to his motorcycle. He became despondent, went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and smoked a cigarette. After finishing
the cigarette, he flipped it between his legs into the toilet bowl while still seated. The wife, who was in the kitchen, heard
a loud explosion and her husband screaming.
She ran into the
bathroom and found her husband laying on the floor. His trousers had been blown away and he was suffering burns on the buttocks,
the back of his legs and his groin. The wife again ran to the phone and called for an ambulance. The same ambulance crew was
dispatched and the wife met them at the street. The paramedics loaded the husband on the stretcher and began carrying him
to the street.
While they were going down the stairs to the street accompanied by the wife, one of the paramedics asked
the wife how the husband had burned himself. She told them and the paramedics started laughing so hard, one of them tipped
the stretcher and dumped the husband out. He fell down the remaining steps and broke his ankle.
A young man was making his way home on a rather cold night on his motorcycle, on an old road full of bumps and holes.
Ahead he spotted someone waving their arms by the side of the road. An elderly gentleman had skidded his automobile off the
road, and was stuck deep in the mud.
The motorcyclist offered to give the man a ride about 3 miles into town. The
elderly man accepted the offer. Before the grateful motorist climbed aboard the cycle, he was advised by the motorcyclist
to reverse his coat, back to front, to protect him a little better from the cold night air. Then they set out on the bumpy
road to town. The biker said nothing until he reached an open convenience store. "Here we are," he yelled out looking back,
only to find he was alone on the motorcycle.
"Good heavens," he thought, "the old guy must have fallen off!" He turned
the cycle about and began retracing the ground. A mile back he came upon his former passenger, lying motionless on the road,
surrounded by a small group country folk.
"Is he badly hurt?" cried the motorcyclist.
"I'm afraid so," answered one
of the country folk. "We were in our house over yonder when we heard his moans. When we found him he was in terrible shape.
His head had been twisted clear around! My son and I twisted it back just as fast as we could, but ever since, he hasn't moved
or made a single sound!"
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