A
Survivor's Story
I owned a
helmet, and a lot of the time I wore it. But
a lot of the time I didnt. Most of the time I would just ride around with my helmet
strapped to the sissy bar on the back of my bike. It was cool to feel the breeze blowing
through my hair and besides, It wasnt cool to wear a helmet. One night last June changed my whole outlook on
helmets.
It was a
beautiful summer day, the perfect day to spend all day cruising on my 1994 Honda Magna. Once again, I had my helmet strapped to my sissy
bar so I could get that feeling of freedom. Anyway,
soon nightfall came. It was still nice and warm out and I was contemplating whether or not
I should put my helmet on or just keep it off. I
was in a town that was 12 miles away from home and I decided to put the helmet on because
I could slide the face shield down to keep the bugs out of my face. There is nothing worse
than a june bug smacking you in the eye at about 60 mph right? So Im on my way home
all relaxed, got my feet up on the highway pegs just cruising somewhere between 55-60 mph.
I begin to see headlights from the right hand side of me. It was a car traveling down a
gravel rode. I am always really cautious at nighttime because I know that it is harder to
see motorcycles when the sun goes down. So I start to slow down as I approach the
intersection. Im watching this car as it puts its break lights on to slow down for
the stop sign. Assuming everything is fine I accelerate back up to 55 the next thing I
know, I am about 15 feet from the intersection and the taillights on the car go off. All I remember is lifting my feet off of the
highway pegs to hit the brakes. I never even
touched the brakes. The car ran the stop sign and I T-boned the front fender. I was thrown off of the bike, over the car in a
somersault and landed directly on my helmet. I slid across the highway and into the ditch.
The helmet only had what I consider mild damage considering the rate of speed I was
traveling at. But I dont even want to imagine what my head or what would be left of
it would look like.
When the
paramedics arrived to the scene they were asking the police where the victim was? The
police pointed over the man standing next to the car. No one could believe that not only
did I survive the car (driven by the drunk drivers) impact but I was up walking around.
Now I honestly believe that there was a greater power looking over me that night or else I
feel I would have had some time of broken bones. But as far as my head goes
I owe it
all to my helmet.
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