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Motorcycle PSA

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Carrie and Nick were on their first road trip with their new Harley. Nick, who had no motorcycle riding experience prior to the Harley purchase, needed to take a rider safety course to get a cycle endorsement on his driver’s license. What they don’t tell you at those safety courses is that it takes years of practice to get a sense of comfort while riding. Even more, that one is never entirely safe while riding a motorcycle in light of the idiots out there texting while driving their cars.

With a month of riding under his belt, Nick felt confident on riding up a mountain road with Carrie as a passenger. They got 10 miles from home when a dick in a monster truck passed them on the highway and clipped the front fender of the bike as he whipped in front of them. Nick and Carrie were airborne, where Carrie hurtled into a brick retaining fence and Nick landed in the passing lane. Carrie lost both of her hands and Nick lost his life.

Six months later, Carrie is approaching discharge from the physical rehabilitation hospital. She is leaving with a list of instructions and daily homework. The physical therapists who have become Carrie’s godsends surround her for a group hug. She feels their healing energy, which gives her courage to walk out of the doors.

Carrie has been fitted with prosthetic hands, and her vehicle has been fitted with equipment to accommodate her prosthetics. Her best friend, Mary Jo, rides beside her for encouragement and to “take the wheel” if necessary, via a passenger seat steering wheel that can be engaged. The ride home is uneventful.

The cats swirl around Carrie’s ankles as she walks into her parents’ home. She’ll be staying with them for a couple of weeks. That night, as Carrie lays down in her old bedroom, kept intact for her all of these years, she gives thanks for being alive. Then she has a conversation with her dear, sweet Nick.

The End.

Fandango’s FOWC is homework, the Word of the Day challenge is safe, and Paula’s 3 Things Challenge words are hug, courage, paprika.

 

 

15 thoughts on “Motorcycle PSA

  1. This hit home being a motorcyclist myself, having learned to ride my own at age 55. As a 58 year old widow I rode through 42 states, across 27k miles. I saw many stupid drivers but also a few stupid motorcycle riders.

    And you’re right, it took me almost two years to be completely comfortable on my bike and I never took passengers. I never wanted to be responsible for someone other than myself when riding.

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  2. DB so glad you connected with this in a personal way. You’re right, it’s not just the people in cars that act like fools. I’m so awestruck at your riding through all of those states for all of those miles. Is that how you chose to grieve?

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  3. Yes it was…I didn’t have to talk to anyone other than book a hotel room and pay for food. It was an amazing journey, plus, since I was doing this for “me”, I wanted to do something not for me. I chose Global Volunteers and spent three weeks volunteering on the Blackfeet Nation Reservation in Browning, MT. I’ll never for get it!

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  4. As a passenger, on a Harley, driven by a new driver who also took a driving course, this story scares me hahah! I jest! I couldn’t get on the bike if I was reeeeeally scared 😛 But I can relate! Some of the things I’ve seen out there…yikes!
    Thank you for the inspiration to a. buy better gloves and b. maybe some chaps too!

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  5. I once rode from just outside of one large city all the way to another large city, the one I’m originally from, basically from the border of one state to that of another, with a roommate. She was an experienced driver, and we had no issues. I’d say it was pretty stupid, though (while not illegal). I had no gear. I was seventeen.

    Two of my sons have owned motorcycles. The oldest one had an accident on a fairly quiet road at night due to his own impatience combined with a lane unexpectedly running out (so he hit a curb). It’s kind of a wonder that he didn’t see being a biker as too much of a risk, as he had been side-swiped in his first car by a truck driver.

    He now has a pickup truck of his own (after going through a couple other kinds of vehicles without incident). The other one who has owned a motorcycle also bought a big pickup truck, more recently (trading in his used Hyandai sedan). I’m sure he will know to be careful about motorcyclists due to having driven himself.

    Not long after he bought the truck, someone ran into him while he was on the bike. He was okay, and he was given a couple thousand to cover damages. Not long after that, someone stole his motorcycle. They painted it a weird yellow, and it looked like they took it for a “joy ride.” The police found it because someone saw it fall out of the back end of someone else’s pickup in a parking lot. He then sold it for parts.

    I can’t imagine having to get used to prosthetic hands, especially if they didn’t involve my being a “six million dollar woman” — not that I’d really want that either. Then again, I don’t have the sense of bikers who want to be one with the bike.

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  6. One of my brothers rode a bike for years. When I got mine, he said the mentality that everyone on the road was trying to kill me would help me be careful. He had no accidents that I know of. My ex-husband was an ER room nurse and he was dead-set against them, as he saw too many people maimed in motorcycle accidents. Neither of my sons has ever driven/ridden and probably never will after their dad’s conditioning. My ex-bf rode all of his life and had a few scuffs on bikes but he was also an excellent rider that was good at defensive driving. He finally sold his last motorcycle a few years back after some crazy/stupid/idiot/nasty adjective pulled out of a bar parking lot and almost t-boned him with her car. He said that was it.

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  7. The one who hit a curb did go to an ER. He told me the doctor(s) said they were amazed he didn’t have any broken bones or anything worse than some (pretty bad) scrapes. As he healed, I was putting stuff on his back like herbs and vitamin E. And bandaging.

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  8. I’m sorry your son was hurt but so glad not maimed or killed. Motorcycles are fun as heck to ride but they are death and maiming machines. In MI they now say helmets are optional. I cringe every time I see someone riding by (most of the time passengers) wearing flip-flops, cutoffs, sleeveless, and no helmet. They are putting their well-being in the hands of someone who may or may not know what they are doing. You can also assume, like my brother said, everyone out there is trying to kill you (through negligence and/or stupidity).

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  9. It’s a terrible thought that people (often trophy date types) are riding with bare arms and essentially bare feet, with cutoffs, frilly or light tops, and no helmet.

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