I remember when I was a young boy that my Uncle Ed had a motorcycle, and I was immediately intimidated and humbled by the power they held. And that power was the power to take a life.
And when I was a little bit older, I had a football coach who died riding his motorcycle.
Something about his head coming off, if I recall…
His life was instantly taken away, right from underneath his two very young sons, and his very sweet, and loving wife.
If I dig deep enough, I’m sure there is another motorcycle death that was/is close to me.
And even more recently, a friend of mine, who even though we aren’t incredibly close, I have an emotional investment in, as to his struggle with MS and his successes that defy the disease are very close to home for me… Well, he got in a near fatal accident that has now left him effectively relearning to walk. Surgeries and rehabilitation. Physical therapy. And the woman was uninsured. He is basically fucked. Physically. Financially. Legally.
I wish him a speedy and complication-free recovery.
And about a week ago, I had another friend fall victim to a near-fatal wreck. Head-on collision.
He had emergency brain surgery. And was put into an induced coma so that his body could heal all the broken bones, and so that he didn’t have to be in excruciating pain and then be super stressed.
He’s so young.
He is still in a coma.
I don’t know if he’s gonna wake up. I don’t know if he’ll ever be the same, physically.
He is an amazing human being.
He is a Marine, veteran of the Iraq War, and was about to be a cop. Passed all his tests.
I just hope he recovers fully so that he can live out his dream.
My point in all this is for all my friends who ride motorcycles: Please be careful. Please be very careful.
And those who drive cars, and not bikes, please be aware of the cyclists and riders.