pendennis wrote:
And as my paramedic son once opined, "When a motorcycle crashes at high speed the only difference the helmet makes is an open, or closed casket."
Many years ago, I got knocked off the back of a BSA 650, and we were only doing @ 20MPH and slowing; my buddy had anticipated the moron at the stop sign. He pulled away from a stop sign without looking. I had on leather, and a helmet, and I was still sore for a week.
On 8/16/13, at the age of 85, I had a very bad motorcycle accident. This happened in Phoenix, as I was going home from a basketball practice for a few of my girls at St. Mary's High School, where I was the Head Freshman Coach. A young guy from Los Angeles, in a van with little insurance, was driving in the wrong lane, attempting an illegal left turn. The traffic was heavy enough that I could not see him in time to stop, so hit him broadside at a speed great enough that a cop told my son I flew across three lanes of traffic (fortunately, not getting hit by a car).
Normally, I wore a T-shirt and basketball shorts most everywhere, including when I was riding. However, my son and my landlord had been after me to get protective gear, so I did, finally, and was wearing it for the very first time that day. Of course, I always wore a full-face helmet; when my head hit the side of the van, the front part of the helmet was ripped off!
I woke up some time later in the hospital, heavily sedated, and was operated on the next day by three different doctors – for broken toes, broken leg (and skin graft) and broken neck. I wore a boot on my left foot/leg for over three months (not allowed to walk at all) and a neck brace for at least that long. I could not swallow anything because of the neck surgery to “repair” three broken vertebrae, so everything going into my stomach for four months went through a tube – and a hole punched into my stomach. I was in the hospital for over a month, and in bed at home for a couple of months more, where my daughter came to take care of me. The pain was severe, such that when I finally convinced the doctors of its magnitude, I for at least two months was on oxy and morphine alternating every two hours. They were afraid I would get hooked on the oxy, but when the pain lessened to a degree (after about three months), I just quit the oxy – with no withdrawal at all! After being on the morphine for a while, I realized it was giving me mild hallucinations, so I quit that, but there was some withdrawal uneasiness for a couple of days. I never will take morphine again. I would not wish the pain I endured on anybody!!!
As soon as I was able to get around, I looked for and bought another bike, have been riding ever since, and don’t intend to stop. After all, I was not allowed to ride a bike when I was a kid (too dangerous) and didn’t start on motorcycles until I was about 45, and later did some motocross at courses around LA – though I never was that good! But I love to ride!!!!!
Loren – in Beautiful Baguio City