The new jacket

My father went for a bike ride without informing his wife. The ride was enjoyable until an unforeseen disaster occurred. The gate he needed to pass through was closed, so pressing the brakes hard was ineffective. My father slammed into the locking bar at full speed, flew over it, landed hard on the gravel ground, slit over it and his jacket was in tatters. He left without telling my mother about it. You should have seen her expression when she discovered the jacket later that day.