Thursday, September 15, 2011
I think motorcycles are great fun but am against owning one, ever. For others, it's up to them. For me and mine, no, ever. That's narrow mindness, isn't it?, you ask. Yep, you betcha, aint-a-gonna-change my mind on it, either. Why?
My baby brother, Jimmy, was killed on one and he was just 23. He was doing everything right and was hit by another motorcycle traveling at over 80 mph in a 30 mph residential zone. Yes, the other rider was killed too, hit the pavement with his head and busted open like a ripe watermelon. My brother was hit just behind the rider seat, thrown into the air and was dead before he hit the ground, insides crushed.
There are many in my life that would be alive today if only they had NOT been on a bike.
Life is too short as it is, riding a bike is like playing Russian roulette with no empty chambers in the gun. It's just a matter of time before you are hurt or killed, just a matter of time.
My opinion, my blog.