Not the Met Gala

Nope.   Yesterday evening, The Biker had a heart attack.

Fuck.

I drove him to emergency - luckily, just three minutes down the road - and they got him stabilized, and then he was transported to Boise to have another stent put in.  

That's been done.  He came through it like a champ!  And he's coming home tomorrow!

 This is his second heart attack.  He had the first one seven years ago in the middle of being monitored on a treadmill at the hospital, so he was definitely in the right place if he absolutely had to have a heart attack. It was handled quickly and they sent him home.  He hung out for a few days and then he was back to normal.

This time he was lying in bed reading.

I guess this is how it goes.  Ya get old.