trimmantom
Well-known member
Well,don't really know how to start this thread other then to say,everyone out there please be careful out there next time you get on your bike to go for a ride whether it's around the corner or for a weekend trip.
I've really been working a lot here the last month out of town and haven't gotten to ride very much so my wife {Glenda} and I had a nice 4 day trip planned up into North Carolina and theBRP.
The trip started out wonderfully from Ga., great weather,I had the bikes all cleaned up and checked out as I always do before we go.We took some good back roads up through north ga. and stopped in clayton for something to eat and gased up. I like to avoid the highway on our trips unless I've got to get somewhere quick and we took a road out of clayton called warwoman road, it's about 10 or 12 miles of nice twisty's til you run into hiway 28. Glenda is an experienced pretty good rider and I feel blessed to be married to her.
She and I ride well together.She has several different bikes to ride but her favorite is her bmw r1100rs.
Sorry for all these details but I just need to do this,I'm a little upset as I type this.
Typically I always lead and she follows me,I sometimes ride a little faster then she does on the twisty's,but not overly fast and usually I'm not to far ahead and will slow down and wait after agood run ahead.
Well I slowed and waited and no Glenda.I'm kind of panic stricken at this point because I know that something has happened to her, so I turn around real quick and haulass back up the road and around the corner I come to see her laying in the middle of the road beside her bike.
It's a terrible feeling seeing anyone laying in the road that's been in a motorcycle accident.
But it's compounded a thousand times when it's someone you love and care about.
A lady was behind her stopped to help and I did a quick get off of my bike.
I asked her to call 911 and she left.I thought she had left the scene and was pretty upset as I tried to give my wife some comfort and aid.
She had pretty severe pain in her upper left ribcage area and no other apparent broken bones that I could immediately see. After a few minutes I got her off to the side of the road when I thought her injuries weren't to severe.I tried to call out on my cell phone and shit no service, I was a little pissed and had a few cager's go by that didn't stop to render any assistance,that pissed me off more so and at this point I'm screaming in anger at the thought of the woman that stopped and left.Well a couple of minutes later the woman shows back up with another woman and a man and tells me she left because of no phone service in that area.She called 911 and said they'd be there soon.Glenda was really worried about her bike,she's so proud of that bmw and so I backed my ass up to the bike and stood it up and wheeled it off to the side.
Glenda was pretty coherent through the whole ordeal and told me she was going along fine about 30 miles an hour in a right hand tight curve when all of a sudden her steering went radically left into the turn and the bike went down lowsided and she hit the road on her side then slapped her helmet on the road.
At this point she said she had lost her breath and was stuggling to breath.Really got the shit slapped outta her.I'm surmising that she hit a rock or some gravel because she told me she doesn't think she hit her brakes.Well afirestation paramedic shows up,then some volunteers, and finally an ambulance and they are trying to determine her injuries will asking all kinds of questions,they want to look at the helmet etc.
I'm like can we have a conversation later and get her to the hospital?
I really just did'nt realize what a process these trained proffesionals go through at an accident scene and they did a wonderful job.The bike seemed to have cosemetic damage more then anything to me and I cranked it right up.The fellow that came back with the ladies offered to drive it to thre house acouple miles up the road and I agreed to that.The hospital they took her to was about thirty miles away and I followed them to the hospital.After a couple hours there the doctor determined through x-rays that she might have one rib fracture but said with rib injuries it's real hard to tell on x-ray's.He said if it was a fracture that she would be experincing real pain after about 7 to 10 days and we'd know for sure and to go see our regular doctor in a few days.She just seems to be in discomfort but sleep through the night pretty well, actually she still sleeping as I type this.I'm just thankful that she wasn't badly hurt and thank all that helped.
This morning I've got to go pick up the bike with my truck and thank those nice people who helped us.
With all the shit going on in the world these days you have something bad like this happen and you realize that there are so many good people out there willing to help.
Sorry for this rant and my tale of woe but what started out as a wonderful weekend trip and turned into something bad makes me grateful that things can always be worse.
Please,when you get on your bikes today to go for a ride,don't take it for granted because shit happens.
Be careful out there and have a god day!
I've really been working a lot here the last month out of town and haven't gotten to ride very much so my wife {Glenda} and I had a nice 4 day trip planned up into North Carolina and theBRP.
The trip started out wonderfully from Ga., great weather,I had the bikes all cleaned up and checked out as I always do before we go.We took some good back roads up through north ga. and stopped in clayton for something to eat and gased up. I like to avoid the highway on our trips unless I've got to get somewhere quick and we took a road out of clayton called warwoman road, it's about 10 or 12 miles of nice twisty's til you run into hiway 28. Glenda is an experienced pretty good rider and I feel blessed to be married to her.
She and I ride well together.She has several different bikes to ride but her favorite is her bmw r1100rs.
Sorry for all these details but I just need to do this,I'm a little upset as I type this.
Typically I always lead and she follows me,I sometimes ride a little faster then she does on the twisty's,but not overly fast and usually I'm not to far ahead and will slow down and wait after agood run ahead.
Well I slowed and waited and no Glenda.I'm kind of panic stricken at this point because I know that something has happened to her, so I turn around real quick and haulass back up the road and around the corner I come to see her laying in the middle of the road beside her bike.
It's a terrible feeling seeing anyone laying in the road that's been in a motorcycle accident.
But it's compounded a thousand times when it's someone you love and care about.
A lady was behind her stopped to help and I did a quick get off of my bike.
I asked her to call 911 and she left.I thought she had left the scene and was pretty upset as I tried to give my wife some comfort and aid.
She had pretty severe pain in her upper left ribcage area and no other apparent broken bones that I could immediately see. After a few minutes I got her off to the side of the road when I thought her injuries weren't to severe.I tried to call out on my cell phone and shit no service, I was a little pissed and had a few cager's go by that didn't stop to render any assistance,that pissed me off more so and at this point I'm screaming in anger at the thought of the woman that stopped and left.Well a couple of minutes later the woman shows back up with another woman and a man and tells me she left because of no phone service in that area.She called 911 and said they'd be there soon.Glenda was really worried about her bike,she's so proud of that bmw and so I backed my ass up to the bike and stood it up and wheeled it off to the side.
Glenda was pretty coherent through the whole ordeal and told me she was going along fine about 30 miles an hour in a right hand tight curve when all of a sudden her steering went radically left into the turn and the bike went down lowsided and she hit the road on her side then slapped her helmet on the road.
At this point she said she had lost her breath and was stuggling to breath.Really got the shit slapped outta her.I'm surmising that she hit a rock or some gravel because she told me she doesn't think she hit her brakes.Well afirestation paramedic shows up,then some volunteers, and finally an ambulance and they are trying to determine her injuries will asking all kinds of questions,they want to look at the helmet etc.
I'm like can we have a conversation later and get her to the hospital?
I really just did'nt realize what a process these trained proffesionals go through at an accident scene and they did a wonderful job.The bike seemed to have cosemetic damage more then anything to me and I cranked it right up.The fellow that came back with the ladies offered to drive it to thre house acouple miles up the road and I agreed to that.The hospital they took her to was about thirty miles away and I followed them to the hospital.After a couple hours there the doctor determined through x-rays that she might have one rib fracture but said with rib injuries it's real hard to tell on x-ray's.He said if it was a fracture that she would be experincing real pain after about 7 to 10 days and we'd know for sure and to go see our regular doctor in a few days.She just seems to be in discomfort but sleep through the night pretty well, actually she still sleeping as I type this.I'm just thankful that she wasn't badly hurt and thank all that helped.
This morning I've got to go pick up the bike with my truck and thank those nice people who helped us.
With all the shit going on in the world these days you have something bad like this happen and you realize that there are so many good people out there willing to help.
Sorry for this rant and my tale of woe but what started out as a wonderful weekend trip and turned into something bad makes me grateful that things can always be worse.
Please,when you get on your bikes today to go for a ride,don't take it for granted because shit happens.
Be careful out there and have a god day!
Of course, I then *had* to buy a two-up bike so we could ride together, thus my Feejer. 
