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Post by Doctor on May 22, 2011 18:48:48 GMT -5
Today, I was in the wake of one of the most horrific motorcycle crashes I have ever been around. I did not wittnes this first hand but...This afternoon, right in front of Front Royal Canoe. A rider by the name of Samson was following too close to the person in front of him at too much speed. The person stopped to make a left turn and Samson's reaction was to go into on-coming traffic. The on coming traffic was another motorcycle! Samson was T-boned by the other rider. This other rider is listed in critical conditon and Samson has many broken bones as far as I know. Samsons bike is at Front Royal Canoe as Don tried to help everyone as best as he could. All motorcycles involved are totaled. Siffting through the wreckage, i noticed Samsons "colors" with his name and rank....Preacher. For the first time in my life I didn't want to ride my motorcycle and I'm only putting this on here because i'm hurting in a big way. Reality check fellas, BE SAFE!
Doc
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Post by Yukon on May 23, 2011 8:30:19 GMT -5
Nothing sucks worse than seeing something like that up close. I'll share a few of my horror stories...
Back in MA there's a street off Hancock road in Pittsfield that is a dead end street. It comes to a T intersection at Hancock. There was a kid having his 16th birthday on that street (16 is THE age you can start riding on the street legally in MA). His parents bought him a ninja. First thing the kid did (with a helmet on) was take off down the street on his new bike. He didn't make the turn at the intersection. When the emergency crew got to the scene, the bike was in 3rd gear and the speedo broke at 94mph. The kid hit an oak tree and was dead instantly.
The next story was a little closer to home. I was at Thunder Alley go-cart track when I saw a bunch of emergency vehicles go by. I hopped on my 77 Suzuki to see what they were going to. When I got to the scene I saw my 2nd cousin's bike on it's side and the rider was pretty far from it. There was a steady river of blood coming from the helmet. Turns out my 2nd cousin Billy let his buddy Paul borrow the bike. Paul was riding a wheelie down a hill towards an intersection. A car pulled out and Paul had just enough time to get the front end down. When I saw the bike, the front tire was touching he back tire. Paul didn't make it, and I walked home that day.
The final story I'll share today is about me. I was riding at night in Colorado on a fairly busy 50mph street through a town. I saw a mini van facing me up ahead waiting to turn left. I slowed down a little (habit of not trusting people) and kept my eye on it. As I got to the place where that guy wanted to turn left, he DID, and pulled out right in front of me. I was riding the Indian. No apes yet. My life didn't flash before my eyes, but in the split seconds I had to react, I visualized myself going headfirst through the back windows of the mini van. I was able to slam on my back brakes and hockey stop the bike. The guy went into the parking lot and casually started walking to his destination. I tore into the lot, hopped off my bike, and beat him to death with my helmet! Actually, I WANTED to, but I just yelled at him and rode home. I was still shaking like a leaf when I got my hug from Katie....
Shit happens fellas, but a good vigilant rider can prevent most of it from happening. Keep your awareness level high, ride safe, and keep the rubber side down!
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