That’s what I keep think­ing when I look at these pictures.

A few week­ends ago, Aaron invited me to ride with him dur­ing an out-of-town cruise with his auto club. I ini­tially accepted, until I found out that was the same day and time Frédéric and Misun were leav­ing Canada. So I had to turn Aaron down, since I didn’t know when I’d see them again.

That was also the day and time that it hailed for about an hour — in late spring. And on tak­ing a turn, the hail made Aaron lose his trac­tion. Both him, and the per­son dri­ving behind him, spun out of con­trol. The per­son behind hit a guard rail. Aaron went into a ditch.

The impact on the rocks was on the pas­sen­ger side. Where I was going to be sit­ting. And it was strong enough to shat­ter the back windshield.

Thankfully, Aaron is alright, with the x-rays show­ing that he only has tis­sue dam­age. I may not have been so lucky.