Prom = Bad Omen

Mark left for a day of motorcycling with friends this morning at 9am. I knew he was worried about taking off and leaving me alone because Lydia hadn't slept well and I was tired. So I put on my best happy face and sent him on his way wanting him to have some fun. He called me at noon and said he was gonna be later than expected ((which was 2pm)) I told him all was good at home......I felt much better after showering and he didn't need to hurry back. So I continue on with my day with the girls. At 4pm, I get another call saying they're on the way home so at this point I was expecting him around 5pm. At 6pm I hear an ambulance rushing up the canyon and decide to call him. He apologised for being late and said that things were taking longer cause some one hit his BIKE ((I was thinking in a parking lot)) and they had to get a trailer for the bike...at 6:30pm in he walks with his braced, mangled leg and a lil smirk on his face. This is the point where I was informed the call at 12pm was only shortly after a 17yr old kid in a brand new Subaru ran a red light and hit my husband on his bike sending him on a matrix fly through the air in an intersection. Luckily several factors and a helmet kept him from any serious injury his legs pretty beat up though. Oh and get this...the kid was going to PROM!!! Seriously...I will not allow my children to drive to prom or drive on any prom day.