ctfjr
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So there I am, happily scooting home from work yesterday knowing my new Arai helmet has been delivered and is waiting for me
I stop in traffic for a stop light (after checking my mirrors, no one behind me). I must have been sitting there anticipating my 1st new helmet in 15 years when BANG
I remember the bang, the sound of it, and the next thing I know I'm flat on my back on the road with some woman (who I can't see) standing over me apologizing for hitting me, saying she didn't see me. Before I know it there are several people trying to help, keeping me from moving. A woman with first aid knowledge is feeling my pulse, talking to me and trying to keep me awake. She asks me what happened. I tell here someone hit me. She tells me no, there is a witness that said I just dumped the bike. I am too out of it to argue with her.
Then the police show up. They ask me what happened. I tell them the same thing - someone hit me. The woman who was helping me tells them no, a witness saw me dump the bike. This time I tell the cop in no uncertain terms I was hit. He promises to find out.
Ambulance comes. On the board. To the emergency room. 5 hours of trauma tests including 2 cat scans, multiple xrays, ultrasound, blood tests, etc. Sometime during my 5 hours strapped to the board in a cervical collar the cop shows up with my papers. He tells me the woman behind me denied hitting me - until he ponted out the black paint on her bumper and white paint on the back of the fjr. Then she admitted it.
Bottom line - nothing serious. My back is sore as hell. The morphine, valium and percoset helped last night. Now I am on just percoset - great shit. I got to see the bike today. It looks like right exhaust, rear lights, right bag, slider, bar weight, etc I'm guessing $2K.
For a 15 year old helmet my Arai did fine. It took quite a whack to the pavement without damaging anything inside it
The emts cut off my Cycleport jacket - the emergency room cut off my shirt. All in all a tough day for clothes.
I can wait another 45 years for the next accident.
I stop in traffic for a stop light (after checking my mirrors, no one behind me). I must have been sitting there anticipating my 1st new helmet in 15 years when BANG
I remember the bang, the sound of it, and the next thing I know I'm flat on my back on the road with some woman (who I can't see) standing over me apologizing for hitting me, saying she didn't see me. Before I know it there are several people trying to help, keeping me from moving. A woman with first aid knowledge is feeling my pulse, talking to me and trying to keep me awake. She asks me what happened. I tell here someone hit me. She tells me no, there is a witness that said I just dumped the bike. I am too out of it to argue with her.
Then the police show up. They ask me what happened. I tell them the same thing - someone hit me. The woman who was helping me tells them no, a witness saw me dump the bike. This time I tell the cop in no uncertain terms I was hit. He promises to find out.
Ambulance comes. On the board. To the emergency room. 5 hours of trauma tests including 2 cat scans, multiple xrays, ultrasound, blood tests, etc. Sometime during my 5 hours strapped to the board in a cervical collar the cop shows up with my papers. He tells me the woman behind me denied hitting me - until he ponted out the black paint on her bumper and white paint on the back of the fjr. Then she admitted it.
Bottom line - nothing serious. My back is sore as hell. The morphine, valium and percoset helped last night. Now I am on just percoset - great shit. I got to see the bike today. It looks like right exhaust, rear lights, right bag, slider, bar weight, etc I'm guessing $2K.
For a 15 year old helmet my Arai did fine. It took quite a whack to the pavement without damaging anything inside it
The emts cut off my Cycleport jacket - the emergency room cut off my shirt. All in all a tough day for clothes.
I can wait another 45 years for the next accident.