We were driving along I10 last week, cruising along at 70, when a group of cars got on the interstate at the same exit. There were about 4 cars, two semis and behind all of them were 8 people on motorcycles.
Immediately, the motorcycles started weaving in and out, trying to get ahead of the clump that had formed. Cars were just starting to thin out and we were in the left hand lane with a car in front of us, the Island Girl behind us and a semi was in the right hand lane.
All of a sudden I see a bright yellow motorcycle helmet fly across the road in front of the car in front of us and then under the semi next to us.
Brakes are squealing, the semi is trying to keep it on the road, the car in front of us swerves out into the median and I hear the Island King say "Oh Shit"
All I can think about is the body that was wearing the helmet is going to appear and there is no way we aren't going to have a really bad wreck.
But no body appeared and we all sped past the smashed helmet.
The whole thing happened in an instant and then we thinned out and the group of motorcycle people were pulled over on the side of the road.
There was only one guy not wearing a helmet.
I guess no one told him he actually needed to strap it on.
I wonder if he has any idea how lucky he is that it was only the helmet that flew off that bike.
I certainly know how lucky we are because if his body had followed that helmet we'd have all crashed into each other and it wouldn't have been pretty.
No need for coffee on long trips when motorcycle helmets fly across the interstate in front of you.