Motorcycle Deaths
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- fyoucher10
Used to ride when I was younger, had a Honda CBR 600 (purple and yellow). I rode VERY safely, not all crazy as one might expect when you have a crotch rocket. I liked riding for the free feeling and the open air.
One night I was riding behind my friend on a normal road, we were going to the shore and had girls riding on the back. Out of nowhere, a pickup truck turns in front of me. He never saw me and just did a rolling turn after my friend passed him, he didn't stop and turn (my friend was ahead of me). We were going 50 mph, less than the speed limit. Just cruising and feeling the night breeze. I remember saying "oh shit!!!" and then hit the truck's rear wheel, and immediately everything went black.
I remember slowly opening my eyes at one point and seeing a Spanish lady on the side of me with her hands up praying, headlights everywhere, all around me...and then remember slowly closing my eyes, and seeing a helicopter now down the road and paramedics all around me the next time I opened my eyes. The next time I opened my eyes, it was two days later and my family and friends were all around me, and I was being given more morphine and went back to sleep.
I ended up having a serious concussion, even with a helmet. Serious road rash. I dislocated my right shoulder, broke all major bones in my right arm, and broke all my fingers. I was VERY lucky. It could have been a lot worse and I'm glad I'm still alive. They said I must have flew off the bike, over the pickup truck, landed in the street with my arm hitting the ground first, and then slid for a hundred feet. The girl on the back of my bike broke the tip of her finger. She was fine and landed on the grass on the side of the road.
The guy (old man) whose truck I hit never got out of his car. He said he thought he had killed someone and admitted fault to everything. My friend riding in front of me, said he rode for a good 20 minutes before realizing that I wasn't behind him anymore and didn't find out until the girl on the back of my bike called him.
I took the entire axel off his truck, wheels and all. I had pictures of my bike and it was literally split in half, both wheels off, going as far as to crush the gas tank and split the seat. I'm fine today but have road rash scars, can't straighten my arm, and my fingers are crooked. Will never ride on a bike again (I have a kid now though).
It's great and exhilarating but even the best rider can be killed instantly, at no fault of theirs. Not a chance I'm willing to make nowadays I guess. I see folks riding without helmets and think to myself, "Now that's just plain old stupid".