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Last weekend, Nicholas and I went for our Saturday drive. We had gone to Wal-Mart to grab a few cleaning supplies for the car and were just wrapping up vacuuming out the car at the car wash. It wasn't the first time we saw motorcyclists on the road during our teenage driving sessions, but it was likely the very first time my son and I have seen the results of a motorcycle accident close-up, in person. We heard sirens and saw ambulances and police officers flee to the scene. We could see that they had stopped right down the street, but our view was obstructed. Since it was right around the time that Travis would normally be headed home from work, my first instinct was to call him and make sure he was okay. Unfortunately, he works in a -20 degree freezer so his phone is never with him. After we were done vacuuming out the car, we cross through the 3 parking lots between where we were and the incident. We really couldn't see what was going on. When we got to the third parki

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