So I've been my usually irreverent, flippant self about this whole motorcycle accident.
I had a cold dose of reality tonight.
I spent Sunday and part of tonight working on getting my Harley back together. Believe it or not, I was able to cludge and futz it back together. I honestly spent a grand total of $3.44 at Lowe's hardware getting bolts and washers. (I will freely admit I may have gotten stainless steel hardware, and written the zinc product numbers on the bag - - but I know I'm still under $10.)
So I got the bike back together and decided to take a run over to my buddy Snake's shop.... to just give the bike a shakedown after the accident. Snake owns SS Customs in Kirtland Ohio and he is a mechanical and designing genius when it comes to choppers and cars. He's also one of the coolest guys in the world - - he'd literally give you the shirt off of his back. Make sure you check out his site. It's over there in my links (SS Customs stands for Sick Shit Customs, by the way). In fact, if you look carefully, you'll find pictures of Dr. Zombie over there from various gatherings and on my bike - - but you've got to look closely.
Anyway, I stop in to see Snake and he had some bad news for me. Seems I'm not the only guy to have wrecked lately. I was just a shit load more lucky.
Snake's business partner, Dennis (who we call Cowboy) and Snake were coming back from dinner one night on their bikes about three weeks ago. Snake and another buddy got stuck at a light and Cowboy went on up State Route 6. While Snake and the other guy waited at the light, a woman crossed the center line and hit Cowboy head on.
Snake rolled up a couple minutes later to find Cowboy's Harley Deuce in pieces and Cowboy in pieces too.
Snake held Cowboy by the side of the road while he screamed and bled, then rode with him on the life flight helicopter to Cuyahoga County Metro Health Emergency.
Cowboy lived, but they had to amputate his left leg at the knee.
That - - for lack of a better word - - fucking sucks.
Dennis is a good guy, and you hate to hear about this kind of stuff. It's especially hard when it's someone you know. Add to that the fact that I had what is in all reality a very minor motorcycle accident - - but it also makes me realize how lucky I was.
I came home after hearing about it and gave Mrs. Zombie a hug and apologized for scaring her so much on Friday and let her know that I really understand how big a bullet I dodged.
And I did ride with a helmet tonight. It seemed only right.
On a positive note, Snake says that Dennis is doing good and should actually be out of the hospital in a couple weeks. He's got a lot of therapy and needs to relearn how to walk with a prosthetic leg... but he's already said he will keep riding.
He also insists he's no longer Cowboy. His new name is going to be Peg-Leg Dennis, or something sufficiently pirate-like.
Here's hoping to a quick recovery, brother Dennis...
4 comments:
Holy shit. That's gotta make you appreciate just being alive.
I'm glad you came out of your accident relatively unscathed. I do find it amusing that in both posts, you describe the damage to your bike before the damage to your body. :)
Yikes! Glad to hear you still among the living.
It puts everything in perspective, that's for sure.
I've been following the posts-glad to hear that you're ok.
Thanks for the kind words, gang! It's going on two weeks now and the bruise is all but healed and the bike is running fine. Notice I changed the order, Phronk. It may have been disengenuous because - as you so truly pointed out - the bike is more important than my fat, undead body!
I even went for a quick one and ahlaf mile run last night. Just to see if it was paining me anymore.
It's all good.
Doctor Zombie lives to stalk the living yet another day!
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