My brother used to ride (Honda 250, then Yamaha 450, then Honda Goldwing). He finally stopped when he had a family (and too many near misses).
Anyway... his first was the most spectacular. He doesn't even remember the main part :-) Late at night, in the rain, on a highway. He's zipping along (a bit under the limit) when a person on a side road decides that they should pull out in front of him. He remembers hitting the brakes, sliding sideways into the vehicle, then.... Apparently his spare helmet saved him the first time. It was hanging off the side that hit the car, allowing him to be thrown over it rather than being pinned against it. He bounced off the hood then bounced down the road. He was wearing jeans (ripped up), a leather jacket (ripped up), and a HELMET (ripped up - big gouge right out of the top of it).
Total damage to my brother: torn cartilage in one leg. Freaking incredible. Without it, I'd have to guess that I'd be less one brother, one sister-in-law, and two nephews. |
