Otherwise, getting hit by a car while on your motorcycle (again), wouldn’t be so tolerable.

My sister just called me. Apparently her boyfriend got hit by another careless driver who didn’t check the blind spot.

“What!? Again? Is he okay?”

“Yeah he’s fine. He skidded on his butt. His pants were ripped a bit,” my sister told me.

About the same time last year, the same thing happened to my sister’s boyfriend. A driver hit him while changing lane — not realizing my sister’s boyfriend was in the adjacent lane. The damage from the previous accident was severe, but his bike was eventually fixed. Unfortunately this time, the motorcycle is totaled.

So after we talked about all the steps to take, a giggle peeped out of my sister’s boyfriend — and we all started laughing.

“I have seriously the worse luck.” my sister’s boyfriend said.

We all laughed, and we all agreed on his dumb luck. We’re well aware of how much worse it could have been. Scraped buttocks, compared to the alternatives, isn’t so bad really. At the end he’s okay, and that is what’s important.

The insurance of the other party will be annoying to deal with. Replacing and finding temporary transportation would be a hassle. But you gotta laugh. Only people with a butt made of steel, with the worse luck, could have it happen again in the same month, during the same hour, and on the same street.