You could not ask for better weather to ride than right now in Georgia. Spring has sprung and unfortunately between my work hours, riding hours have been few, and it looks like they’re going to be fewer for a while.
I haven’t been writing on this blog because life has been clipping along at a pretty fast pace. But, hey, I’ve got a little time this afternoon, so let’s catch up.
On Saturday, March 25th I was out running a few errands. I found myself heading toward the local Indian motorcycle dealership to drool over the bikes and ask if they had any discount tickets to the motorcycle flat track races at Dixie Speedway later that night. I turned onto a two lane highway and traffic was unusually thick, even by local standards. It was stop and go, stop and go, stop and go. The car in front of me stopped. I stopped. The car behind me was still on “go.”
As I looked up from the asphalt trying to feel my fingers and toes and evaluate what just happened, I heard a voice from the lady driving the vehicle that just hit me. “I was putting down my window!” Apparently Cadillacs have a unique window system that requires the driver to use both eyes before adjusting. She continued, “This is my second accident in the last few weeks.” Strangely, this information didn’t make me feel any better.
After finishing a few moment of self-evaluation I was ready to start some movement and see how sitting up would feel. But by that time a small crowd had gathered and expressed a distinctly strident opinion that I should not move until the medics got there. Two in the crowd claimed to be nurses. One in the crowd was a biker. They all voted and agreed to keep me on the ground by relating stories of the horrible effects suffered by friends of friends who now were completely paralyzed and in savage pain because they moved too soon after a minor accident. Reluctantly, I stayed down and tried to determine if any important fluids were leaving my body without permission.
As I was lying on the ground discussing with the people standing over me my own ability to move, I really couldn’t survey the scene completely. I think I missed a lot of the action. The lady that caused the accident apparently melted into a puddle nearby. I never saw her again. My bike had travelled far enough forward from the impact to hit the car in front of me. The two people from that car suffered minor damage to their bumper and were amazingly supportive. From my vantage point, I couldn’t really get a good view of my bike, so I had to ask the most important question. “How’s my bike?”
Now, there are bikers, and cagers and the difference was immediately apparent.
ME – “How’s my bike?”
CAGERS – “Oh, it’s not too bad at all.”
THE BIKER – “Dude…”
ME – “Really?”
THE BIKER – “Yeah.”
I knew it was a mess.
Eventually, the medics got there, sirens, lights, and all. We squeezed hands, followed moving fingers, and talked convivially about a free ride to the emergency room. They gave me a hand up, helped me remove my helmet, and I kindly refused their offer for a ride, promising instead to take the trip with my wife as soon as she got there. They left, and I began discussions with the police and a local wrecker service.
Oh, yeah. I needed to call my wonderful bride. I have to be honest, I was not looking forward to her reaction. Had I just taken my last ride? Well, I still don’t know why she agreed to marry me nearly a quarter century ago, and I’m completely at a loss to explain why she’s stuck by me all that time, but her reactions have never failed to surprise me. She was as calm and controlled as a combat veteran going to the grocery store. I love her so.
After I learned I could stand, I also learned that I was sore, and swollen, and stiff. I kept walking, with a fine John Wayne limp, so I wouldn’t lock up too much later. We saw my bike loaded onto a flatbed, and we drove off to the emergency room to get a few pictures of my insides.
She was 800 pounds give or take. She had custom pull backs, custom fuel controller, home made custom air covers, Corbin seat, high flow air filters, and few other odds and ends that made me happy to log the miles. She saw me through Sturgis, and Yellowstone, and trips with my girls. She took me home to West Virginia, and only once failed to bring me back to my home (through no fault of her own). Goodbye old friend. Even though you were only a machine, I am sure you helped make me a better man.
Now, I’m not saying that it was a sign from above, but at the emergency room my doctor was… an INDIAN! Although I never found out what tribe Dr. Patel was from, I’m still fairly sure the almighty was giving me a direction for my next bike.
So, nothing broken. Still a bit sore. A few bruises. All my safety gear did exactly what it was supposed to do. It’s why I wear the boots, gloves, helmet, and Kevlar jeans all the time. In twelve years of riding, it was my first real life test for all of it, and I hope the last.
So that’s the situation today, as I sit on my back contemplating the hole in my garage with a glass of wine, and a cigar. I’m waiting to hear the next step from the insurance company. There is no argument of who is “at fault.” The adjuster that saw my bike hinted that it was a total loss.
I think I just heard a bike going by and I’m jealous. I wonder if it was an Indian?
You know, it’s not too late to get a Goldwing!!
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What will you take? And do you deliver?
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Oy, I’m glad you’re okay and able to lick your wounds with the aid of wine and a cigar (a few of the other finer things in life); I’m so, so sorry for your loss; and “This is my second accident in the last few weeks.”?! What the WHAT?!… Some licenses should simply be revoked.
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You and I agree on every point you make.
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Sorry to hear about your bike. Glad to know you’re not too dinged up. I will raise a glass this evening toasting the memory of your ride!
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Thank you sir! The wine I was enjoying yesterday was called “Southern Belle” and aged in old Pappy barrels. Cheers.
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That is awful. So glad that you weren’t hurt any worse. Get better soon.
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Thank you! Hope you guys are still traveling safe and happy out there.
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Thanks, we are. Things have been crazy so I am just now trying to get the blog caught up, but we are still rollin along.
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Damn! I did not realize you were from WV. I am as well, Fayette County near the Gorge Bridge. Where are you from?
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I grew up in Teays Valley, spending summers at my Grandparent’s place in Greenbrier County and Summers County. It will always be almost heaven to me.
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I know both those places.. went to Midland Trail HS…. you likely passed my home on the way to Greenbrier County… LOL, small world
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Great to meet you. It’s always good to know another mountaineer. I’ve still got a lot of family up there. Have an Uncle who is your neighbor. He lives in Anstead.
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Ansted is where I grew up LOL
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This is a ride I took a few years ago through your yard – https://themotorcycletourer.wordpress.com/2016/05/25/part-1-of-2-take-me-home/
https://themotorcycletourer.wordpress.com/2016/05/27/part-2-of-2-country-roads/
And if you know any Payne’s – they’re my kin.
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Glad you weren’t seriously hurt! Hopefully the upshot will be a nice upgrade! 🙂
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Thank you. I’m dreaming, probably too much, of a nice ride coming my way.
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The most important thing is you are not too bad on the injury front. Pity about the bike. What about the woman that hit you? Did anyone find out who is? Compensation?
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Thanks. She has the same insurance company that I do. We are working through the process now. Everyone has agreed about who is at fault, and so far everyone is playing nice. Although, no one has offered any specific compensation yet. I’ll keep the blog posted on future developments.
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Good. Sooner it’s settled and you can pick out another fine bike the better. I know the feeling of not having a bike. Not nice 🙂
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You got that right. I think the bruise on my hip hurts less than the hole in my garage.
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Well I hope everything turns out ok and u get back on the road.
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Whoa! Glad you are oK! I agree with Ry, our license laws are way to weak in this country. She would have gotten the same misdemeanor slap on the wrist if she sent you to the great beyond! And, she admitted her driving faults! What a piece of work. Recover quickly, then buy that Indian!
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Thank you, and I agree about the licensing.
As far as the Indian – from your lips to Allstate’s ears!
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Glad you’re okay! Hopefully you get a shiny new ride out of the deal!
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Dude, I feel your pain! I wonder if your lady is related to the lady down the block who did $1300 worth of damage to our pickup truck while she was parking. How in the hell do you not see a truck? Ride safe!
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Sounds like it was her sister! There are some people out there trying to kill others – they may not be aware of it, but they are certainly trying.
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Hey fella, only just read this!
So sorry to hear what you’ve been through, but very relieved that you are ok.
I hope the planning for replacement wheels is coming along well, keep the faith and get back in the saddle soon.
Dookes
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Thank you! All in all, it was certainly nothing close to what many other have experienced. I walked away with only a few bruises. Besides, a friend of mine has promised me a guided bike tour of Scotland one day. You should join us.
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Keep in touch, I may very well take you up on the offer. I’m ashamed to say that so far I’ve never ridden a bike in Scotland.
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Don’t be ashamed. I haven’t either. It’s at least a year off, but I’ll certainly let you know.
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