Another new adventure

It seemed like a normal morning, but when I  took off out of the garage the clutch did something funny. I guessed it was because I was wearing gloves and just didn't release it smoothly enough, but at the end of the street, I pulled in the clutch to stop at the stop sign and it went click- limp. I let off the throttle and lugged to a stop towards the side of the road, but since there were cars parked alongside it was in a very precarious narrow position. I took my key and hoofed it at high speed uphill to the house. I was all panicky when I got to the house and scared the heck out of J when I pounded on the door to get his attention. He ran back to the bike with me and was talking about pushing it to the side of the road, but the clutch cable was  broken and it was in gear so it wouldn't budge. A lady cop pulled up behind us and after I told her that I was worried someone would speed down our street and hit us, she sat there idling  while I headed back to the house to call for a tow. While I was noodling around trying to get someone to answer their phone, J came in the front door and announced that he had the bike home already. He'd found the clutch cable linkage and shifted until he got it in neutral and the gallant pushed it all the way uphill home. We had to work together and get a running start to get it up my steep driveway apron and after examining it J thinks we'll be able to fix it ourselves. He is a treasure!

All this after hitting the possum last week on the way home from work at 9PM. I didn't actually know it was a possum I'd hit until the next day. When I hit  the mystery object, it felt as solid as hitting a 2 x 4, but there was no bump going over the object or the front wheel falling  away into a pothole. I didn't see what I hit because I was watching a possum cross the road up ahead of me. The next morning I checked the area of the mysterious  collision and there was a dead possum. They must move in packs like raccoons. It's interesting how all the things that I've feared happening on the bike have already happened;  already dropped it and survived, hit an animal and survived, ridden with a bad starter/battery and survived, ridden with a low front tire and survived, ridden for service with only one brake and survived. Each occurrence teaches me something. I don't know if it actually has made me a better rider, but at least I'm becoming more comfortable with encountering problems.