When I explained to him what happened, he was furious and confused. Bailey and Frank never, and I mean never, ride in the opposite direction. They always ride in the same direction.
He needed to get out of there. He needed to be home.
When he told me that, I was very nervous. I was worried that his leg and jaw were going to get hurt again.
The thing about Bailey, is that he just has so much fight in him. The whole time he was in his coma, his right hand would emulate the motion of hitting the throttle of his bike.
Not once, during this whole thing, did he ever seek pity. That just isn't who Bailey is.