Starting my journal now. This is the journal after I got into my motorcycle accident. A major accident.
How did the accident happen. Well here’s the lowdown on the event. I was ridding down route 3 in new hampshire. I ride down this road while going to work every day (that or drive). I was in lane 3 of a four lane road. Everything was fine until I got down to exit 3. This is a left hand exit, meaning that the cars exit to the left, instead of the right. The cars started separating between people going strait and turning left. The white car in front of me started slowing down and got into the left pull off. I continued forward. Without using a signal or anything they didn’t back off to the turn. They continued strait onto the yellow hash lines. He was slowing towards me. Once I realized they were going to try and merge right into my lane I mashed on the brakes and tried to downshift. That wasn’t enough. The were slowing down, maybe it would have been better to speed up and try and swerve. As I got next to them the just swerved into me and my bike. They didn’t look, didn’t appear to see me. Not really sure what was going thought the idiots head. But they got me.
I got the bike down to around 20 mph. So I wasn’t going that fast when I got tagged. It didn’t matter. I got side swiped and thrown towards the right. I must have gotten my legs into lane two. Another drive ran over my legs. Witnesses said it was a black car or SUV. Based on that it was probably one of those “cross-over” little SUV. If I hadn’t been run over, I would probably have been able to walk away from the whole thing. But the asshole in the other car ran me over. Then they ran. It was a hit and run too. I don’t know what would posses someone to just keep driving after they run you over. Some complete sociopath. If only that person was paying attention instead of texting or whatever and managed to swerve away from me. Better to side swipe a car than to run over a defenseless human being. And then run away. Evil bastard.
I can only assume they had no insurance or a suspended license or something. What would motivate someone to do that.
I stayed conscious the whole time. Some people say they black out of get knocked out, pass out. Not me. I experienced it all. Probably because I knew that might help me to survive the whole thing. Everything was kind of in slow motion, like everyone says, in the beginning. As I watch the car got strait and over the hash lines. As I realized I was going to be hit. As I hit the ground. But when the car ran over me, everything went back to high speed. I could feel the whole even. I knew I was being run over. I could hear myself screen, not the stupid horror movie screens, but the guttural screen of complete terror. I knew how much trouble I was in. I still can’t believe that person just kept driving, I know they must have heard me. This was terrifying, its that simple. Having a 2 ton machine roll over you; its like your just being ground up. As it rolled over my legs, it pulled my body along and rolled me over. All the muscles in my legs got super extended, maybe even a torn up.
I laid there breathing heavy. Waiting for someone come help me. Three people show up instantly. I don’t remember their names. It said, I should know their names. That upsets me a lot now. One of them was a young lady. She said her mother was a medic or something. She was keeping me talking, recording the whole thing with her cell phone. She was asking me what happened, which was good. That was when I had the most information in my head, fresh from the accident. She kept me talking.
There was a guy there that was just a father driving his kid somewhere. Or someone somewhere. He made the call to the state police and was telling me they were on the way. He was cool. He would keep on the line and tell me what was happening.
There was a bit of grunting and whimpering at this point. I knew something bad had happened to my legs. The rest of me appeared to be fine (this would end up being true, but more on that latter).
The third person was a guy that worked on the local motorcycle track club. I really wish I had remember these people’s names. He was talking to me too. Telling me it was going to be ok and not to move. He had his hand on my arm, keeping me calm. Looking back I was pretty coherent considering what happened to me.
The ambulance showed up 3 minutes later. There were also fire EMTs and state troopers. They went to work on me pretty quick. They started cutting my jeans. The ambulance people started putting in the I.V. so they could get some morphine into me. While they were doing that the fire EMTs started trying to pull off my boots. That hurt a lot, especially on the right leg, more on the injures later. After the morphine kicked in the inflatable pulling of the boots and inflatable splint was manageable.
They had me pull off my helmet and my backpack. I think I got one arm out of my jacket, but they did the rest, they didn’t want me to move around too much. Then they picked my up on the hard board, placed me on the stretcher and put me in the ambulance.
That was an interesting ride. It awkward being shifted around the back of a van being held in place with some straps. They check my vitals and such. Asked me if I had any neck or back injuries. I didn’t. This is where I talk a little about the injuries.
I wear armored riding jackets and a helmet all the time. 100% of the time, no exceptions. I have a summer jacket that completely breaths, it still has ballistic material and armor. I wear a good helmet, a Shoei RF-1100. I figured the brain is pretty important. I don’t wear armored pants, though I might consider them, by extra heavy jeans actually held up well. I don’t think they would have helped in this case though. I was just run over. I do wear armored boots but they are standard height boots. I suspect that full height boots might have helped me in this case. Though I’m not sure. I don’t think any armor can protect you from a 4000 lbs death machine, but it might have helped a little.
Because of my riding armor, the parts of me that hit the ground and slid where OK. They weren’t great but a little road rash it better than broken bones. The road rash was on my legs and on one hand where something managed to get through the leather of my riding gloves (also armored). So this is a real testimony, get riding equipment. If I hadn’t been run over, I probably would have walked away from this with scratches and bruises. I had good reaction time to the other drive, the bike braked like hell (Yamaha FZ8), and I got to a low speed. The armor and materials handled the rest.
If only that sociopath that ran me over swerved away from me, even if they had to side swipe someone. Better to collide with someone’s car than to run over a defenseless human being.
So what happened to me. Well the car rolled over my lower legs and dragged me along with it, flipping my body over. Both the tibia and fibula in my right leg were broken. A little bone in my left ankle was broken. The doctors put a titanium rod though my tibia. This is like a permanent splint in my leg. They can’t do anything for the bone in my ankle at this point. Right now it looks like its in the fight place and as long as there isn’t a circulation problem, it will heal on its own. I can’t put any weight on it though. None.
These are all bad injuries, but can be recovered from. I’ll try and write some more information tomorrow.