With riding season just getting off to a start in many parts of the world, I am starting to think about planning a wandering trip throughout the US on bikes. Although COVID is still a blight, I am really looking forward to getting out on the road and trail and seeing much more of the U.S. this year.
And, because of my aged decrepitude, I have already received my first COVID jab and am only a couple of weeks away from my second. Two more weeks after that, both Kim and I should be ready to go.
So as I started to “plan” our wandering route throughout the U.S., I had a very brief passing thought about spending time on the road with the current significantly less than attentive drivers. It wasn’t a deep concern, but I did ponder it briefly. And then I went back to my “planning” and got more excited about the opportunity to travel.
But that brief thought got me thinking about a previous article I wrote on a crash I had many years ago. I hoped that that article might offer some insights about the “victims” in a motorcycle crash. What I found might surprise you. But if you have a couple of minutes, I think it might provide some insights about what happens when we are injured (severely) in a crash.
I hope that this story might offer some insights and perhaps a bit of caution for the upcoming riding season. For that reason, I have copied that article below. If you’d like to see the original article and read the comments there (there are many) you can find it in an article titled Riding Is Life, Until It’s Not.
I also note that you can be severely injured or killed while wearing ATGATT. But from my perspective, ATGATT in many cases can help mitigate the severity of injuries in a crash. And to me, it’s worth the tradeoff especially after having gone through my crash.
Stay safe everyone and enjoy your riding!
Riding Is Life, Until It’s Not
I’ve long been an ATGATT guy. Having ridden motorcycles for about 40 years now, I am always ATGATT, some would say perhaps to an extreme. When riding on pavement, I’m wearing a Stich with armor, full-face helmet, dual-sport boots, and gauntlet gloves. I’m pretty well covered, even when it’s ridiculously hot.
It wasn’t always that way though. Back in my early riding days, let’s say 1983 to be precise, I had an experience that I will never forget and that I learned from.
I was a cop and had a weekday off. Less than a year earlier, I had graduated from the police academy and absolutely knew I was invincible. I was riding a superbike of the time, a 1983 Suzuki GS1000 ES. It was beautiful; white with blue accents.
My wife Kim who is a nurse was working. She had ridden her Suzuki GS 550ES to work which was only a few miles away.
It was a beautiful hot summer day and I decided to ride to her workplace and take her out to lunch. Luckily, I was always Mr. Full Face Helmet. Other protective gear, not so much. Besides, it was hot out.
When I arrived, Kim decided that we should ride home and eat there since it would save money. We had two new bikes to pay for you know. Since we didn’t have much time, Kim jumped on my bike and rode with me. Off we went on a 5-mile ride back home.
We were literally less than a 1/4 mile from home on a straight state highway road. We were going the speed limit and a pickup truck was stopped at the intersection to my right. There was enough clearance and he turned left in front of me. However, the 16 year old in the car behind him rolled the stop sign and BANG, lights out, everything stopped.
I awoke lying in the road trying to sit up. I couldn’t because my butt seemed uneven. Then I figured out that I had been in a crash and something worse hit me. Where was Kim? I could only move a little bit, but over my left shoulder, I saw a bunch of people standing around. I could hear that they were talking about removing Kim’s helmet. I could see that they were not rescue personnel. I remember screaming for them to leave her helmet on until the ambulance came. I don’t remember much after that until I was delivered to the hospital by my friends who I had worked with on so many rescues.
I again awoke in the emergency room with a bunch of people standing over me. I remember being very, very cold and asking for more blankets. No blankets came, they just rushed me to the OR.
A couple of days later I remember waking up in ICU. Kim was in the room sitting beside me. She was OK and had luckily escaped with only a concussion.
I found that I had a bunch of tubes sticking in various parts of my body and my right leg was hanging from a pulley attached to the ceiling. I had shattered my femur, broken several ribs, had multiple lacerations to my liver and a separated shoulder.
A week later I was out of ICU and in a normal hospital room. Three weeks later I was home; pretty much an invalid. Lucky for me, Kim is a nurse. She was there to help me through learning to walk again and countless PT sessions during my more than year-long rehab. She was and is an amazing person.
During my rehab and for years thereafter, I thought I was the victim. It turns out that I was wrong. This was impressed upon me more than 25 years later in 2009. A lot of water had passed beneath the bridge and after some time off from riding, we were back. We had also started riding off pavement.
Once again we were riding on another hot and sunny summer day with a bright blue sky. This time we were riding with a group of about 10 friends and frankly, it was some pretty spirited riding. We were on both pavement and dirt.
We were just coming off a long stretch of a dirt road onto the pavement at a T intersection. I was in front of Kim slowing to make the turn onto the pavement. I looked in my mirror and I saw Kim leaving the dirt and starting the pavement which was covered with small stones and sand.
Suddenly I saw the front wheel turn sharply and she was down. She had used a bit too much front brake transitioning off the dirt and onto the pavement. As she slid down the road, all I could think of was losing her. I was terrified. I have never been so frightened in my life and I haven’t been so scared since.
I stopped as soon as I could and ran over to her. She was already up and looking at her bike. Other than some pain in her hand, she was OK. She asked me to help her pick up her bike and after a little “recovery” time, she was back on the road riding with the group.
But then it really struck me. All that time I thought I was the victim of my crash. All that time I thought I was a victim during rehab. All that time up until that point, I thought I was the victim.
It turns out I wasn’t the victim, Kim was. Kim had seen me rushed into the OR, Kim had stayed with me all the time I was in ICU and in the hospital. Kim had convalesced me throughout my rehab. She never once said anything about the experience. But now, having lived through a few seconds of fear, I couldn’t imagine how difficult it must have been for Kim during my over year-long rehab.
She wasn’t the only victim either. Because I was a cop at the time, I had good friends on the rescue squad and was very tight with most of the cops on my PD. They were the ones that had to pick me up and worry about me. My Lieutenant at the time said seeing me there was the most difficult scene he had ever handled.
So if you ride without protective gear perhaps this article will give you another viewpoint. You aren’t really the victim, the people that care about you are. Yes, you should have the right to choose, but perhaps now you have some thoughts to help you choose.
BTW, this article was spawned when I went back to an old ADVRider thread “Watching Your Significant Other Crash” I started back in 2009 shortly after Kim fell off. There are some pretty interesting comments that you might want to see. Thanks for reading this. I feel better now.