CtrlAltDl
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There goes my 20+ year spotless history of riding motorcycles.
I always knew it would be a matter of "when" not "if", so today is the day.
I was about 2 blocks from work at an intersection that the cross traffic street has to stop at. The street I was on doesn't stop and is a 35-mph zone. It has a blind corner into this intersection and I always anticipate people not stopping and/or not seeing or looking and have been cut-off at this intersection more times than I can count.
I saw this lady in her mini-van stop at the sign and then moved 4-5 feet forward and stop again, which is the only way to see around this blind corner. When I saw her stop the first time and started to move forward I started to slow down to about 20. Then when she stopped the second time I "assumed" she saw me and was stopping for me, WRONG!
She pulled out right into me and broad sided me, after that things got a little blurring and all I remember is watching the left side of my bike hitting the cement, bounced back up and rolled ghost rider style down the road. Mean while I'm flipping through the air and must have landed on my head and shoulder and rolled into the sticker bushes and stinging needles.
I always knew it would be a matter of "when" not "if", so today is the day.
I was about 2 blocks from work at an intersection that the cross traffic street has to stop at. The street I was on doesn't stop and is a 35-mph zone. It has a blind corner into this intersection and I always anticipate people not stopping and/or not seeing or looking and have been cut-off at this intersection more times than I can count.
I saw this lady in her mini-van stop at the sign and then moved 4-5 feet forward and stop again, which is the only way to see around this blind corner. When I saw her stop the first time and started to move forward I started to slow down to about 20. Then when she stopped the second time I "assumed" she saw me and was stopping for me, WRONG!
She pulled out right into me and broad sided me, after that things got a little blurring and all I remember is watching the left side of my bike hitting the cement, bounced back up and rolled ghost rider style down the road. Mean while I'm flipping through the air and must have landed on my head and shoulder and rolled into the sticker bushes and stinging needles.