chunkygoat
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So now I'm spooked. I posted on easter about seeing a guy crash is bike right in front of me.
Well last night was bike night in Northampton, PA and there were tons of bikes out. All is well, until about 6pm. I see lights outside my window and hear sirens. I walk outside to see a grown man crying hysterically, crouched with his face in the grass pounding his fist. I walk down to see what it was, and another man starts screaming about how he told him to put his bike away.
Well a found out from some people around that a young biker was hit head on by a cager going (and i quote) "mach 10". The biker died instantly, but was med-evac'ed out across the street from me. The biker was pulling out of his parking spot on the street when he was hit.
Well this freaks me out because i saw another man a few weeks ago crash his bike. This time the biker was young, and died - across the street from my house. I have seen this guy on his dual sport around town many of times, plus I park on the street too and must pull out every day trying to see around other cars parked on the road. It really struck me on a personal level this time.
So after seeing two grown men weep over their loss, and experiencing a young man's death on a motorcycle literally across the street from my house, I am spooked.
I won't let it stop me from riding, but its certainly got me thinking.
Well last night was bike night in Northampton, PA and there were tons of bikes out. All is well, until about 6pm. I see lights outside my window and hear sirens. I walk outside to see a grown man crying hysterically, crouched with his face in the grass pounding his fist. I walk down to see what it was, and another man starts screaming about how he told him to put his bike away.
Well a found out from some people around that a young biker was hit head on by a cager going (and i quote) "mach 10". The biker died instantly, but was med-evac'ed out across the street from me. The biker was pulling out of his parking spot on the street when he was hit.
Well this freaks me out because i saw another man a few weeks ago crash his bike. This time the biker was young, and died - across the street from my house. I have seen this guy on his dual sport around town many of times, plus I park on the street too and must pull out every day trying to see around other cars parked on the road. It really struck me on a personal level this time.
So after seeing two grown men weep over their loss, and experiencing a young man's death on a motorcycle literally across the street from my house, I am spooked.
I won't let it stop me from riding, but its certainly got me thinking.
