Aww pudding, don't get all huffy just cause you've been cut off. Buy me dinner a movie and something pretty for my bike and you might get lucky.ZooTech wrote:And, with that, I give you Sev's idea of the ultimate motorcycle:
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Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.
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Sorry to hear of your crash, best wishes from this side. The loss of memory sounds very worrying and we hope that you regain full function soon. The other guys have given good advice, you should take it. Each experiance you have adds to your knowledge, we hope that the memory of the incident does return so that you can reference and catalogue it in the section of "how to avoid this if in similar cicumstances. Listen to your body, it will tell you when you are ready to deal with this. Good Luck.
I spent my therapy money an a K1200S
The therapy worked, I got a GS now
A touch of insanity crept back in the shape of an R1200R
The therapy worked, I got a GS now
A touch of insanity crept back in the shape of an R1200R
I wanted to post this somewhere, and this thread seemed to be the most relevant of all, so here it goes (sorry it's so long, I tend to get carried away!):
My 18 year old daughter graduated from High School on June 5, had enlisted in the Nat. Guard and was leaving for basic training on June 6. She got to the intake center in Indianapolis (60 miles away) but they wouldn't take her because she was missing some medical paperwork from her doctor here at home. She called me at work, at about 8:30 am to tell me she was coming back home for the day, and asked me to call the doctor and get the necessary paperwork ready so she could pick it up. I asked her how she was getting home, and she said that "that" (her boyfriend) was coming to get her. I knew he rode a sport bike, but I didn't gripe at her, I figured she's 18...
So at 12:30 she called me again, from our house, asking where some things were of hers. I told her, and she said, "me and that are coming to town, we'll stop by and see you before he takes me back to Indy." Ok, no big deal to me.
At 1:45, I was sitting in my office, and three teenage girls came in, none of whom I knew. They said "are you that's mother?" I said, "Yes?" Their spokesgirl said, "We need to talk to you." I said, "well come in then!" I could tell they were nervous about something, but had no idea what could possibly be going on. Then she said, "that was just in a really bad motorcycle accident and they have lifelined (that's transported by med-copter) to Indy." I completely f-ing lost it. Around here, you don't get life-lined unless you're a breath away from death. We have two excellent hospitals in our town, so if they can't handle it..it's bad. All I could do was shake my head and scream, "No, no, no..." Then she dropped the hammer on me - "They had to bring her back to life twice before the helicopter got there."
Every mother's worst fear, coming true....I was hysterical. Sobbing, running around my office trying to get my brain to work, to figure out what to do first. I called my husband and tried to tell him, but I was so out of control he couldn't understand me, plus he thought my daughter was on a bus to Ft. Leonard Wood, MO - how the hell could she have been in a motorcycle wreck?? Finally I just screamed at him, "COME AND GET ME".
We drove my Chrysler mini-van to Indy and learned that it WILL indeed do 105mph. That was the absolutely longest 60 mile drive of my life, even though we made it in 45 minutes, through heavy traffic. Half way there, my daughter's friends called me on my cell phone and said "The hospital says if you want to see her alive you'd better get there soon." More hysteria. On the way down I called my mother and my son and a couple of my friends to let them know.
We got there and they took us into a private waiting room, and a chaplain from the hospital came and talked to us. She couldn't, or wouldn't tell us any medical details, she was just there for moral support. Finally a nurse came and got us and said we could come back to the ER to see her. I was terrified. What would she look like? Was half her face ripped off? I had no idea what to expect. Right as they pulled the curtain, the doctors were removing the breathing tube the emts had put in. My daughter was thrashing about on the bed and making the most god-awful sounds I've ever heard. They made us leave again, until they got the tube out.
Finally a doctor came and talked to us. She had an extremely serious closed-head injury and lots of road rash, but other than that, she was fine. He assured us she was not going to die. He explained to us that victims of these types of injuries become very combative and that we should expect to see more of it in the next few days. She spent 2 days in pediatric ICU, and they had her wrists and ankles tied to the bed, and a neck brace on her. They had to put a tube down her nose into her stomach because she was vomiting and they didn't want her to choke. She was unconscious for 24 hours, and when she woke up she could barely speak coherently for a couple of days.
All in all, she spent 5 days in the hospital, and had a month of physical and occupational therapy afterwards. She has a very serious memory problem now, and also has numbness in her left shoulder, arm and leg. The neurologists said she did some nerve damage to the left side of her neck, and it may or may not get better with time. The army gave her a 2 year deferral for her enlistment, but the neurologists said that most likely she will not be able to go. That is the only good thing to come of this - I did NOT want her to enlist in the first place, and I do believe she did it to spite me and prove a point.
The cause of the wreck? They were on the bike in town, headed south. A woman in a car ran a redlight on a side street heading east. She hit the car in the lane next to the bike, and then hit the bike. She had no insurance. From what I heard from the cops, the bike did a complete 360º end-over-end flip, and my daughter was thrown and landed under the car that hit them. No helmet, of course, and wearing a tank top. Luckily she was wearing jeans. When I spoke with the cop who was in charge of the investigation, he was genuinely surprised to hear that my daughter was ok. He had her marked for dead. In fact, on the police report, they indicated "fatal injury" next to her name.
And, what happened to the woman who hit them, who had no insurance, and who was at fault for totalling three vehicles? She got a ticket for disgregarding an automatic signal.
Before this happened, I really had no interest in bikes, other than to admire them from afar. I thought they were beautiful machines, but didn't really see the big attraction. But after my daughter's wreck, something changed inside me. I can't explain it. Kind of like someone else mentioned in this thread, "the hair of the dog". Even though it wasn't me in the wreck, it was a part of me, and my life was hell for those first few days. I decided I was going to find out what bikes were all about. I know that sounds pretty childish or stupid, but it's something I needed, or had to do. It really made my husband happy - he's been talking about getting a bike for years and I always just rolled my eyes at him
I do wear a helmet, a 3/4 with a face shield. When I'm riding and I look down at the pavement below me, I think to myself, "holy Sh*t that would hurt..." Hopefully I'll never find out.
My 18 year old daughter graduated from High School on June 5, had enlisted in the Nat. Guard and was leaving for basic training on June 6. She got to the intake center in Indianapolis (60 miles away) but they wouldn't take her because she was missing some medical paperwork from her doctor here at home. She called me at work, at about 8:30 am to tell me she was coming back home for the day, and asked me to call the doctor and get the necessary paperwork ready so she could pick it up. I asked her how she was getting home, and she said that "that" (her boyfriend) was coming to get her. I knew he rode a sport bike, but I didn't gripe at her, I figured she's 18...
So at 12:30 she called me again, from our house, asking where some things were of hers. I told her, and she said, "me and that are coming to town, we'll stop by and see you before he takes me back to Indy." Ok, no big deal to me.
At 1:45, I was sitting in my office, and three teenage girls came in, none of whom I knew. They said "are you that's mother?" I said, "Yes?" Their spokesgirl said, "We need to talk to you." I said, "well come in then!" I could tell they were nervous about something, but had no idea what could possibly be going on. Then she said, "that was just in a really bad motorcycle accident and they have lifelined (that's transported by med-copter) to Indy." I completely f-ing lost it. Around here, you don't get life-lined unless you're a breath away from death. We have two excellent hospitals in our town, so if they can't handle it..it's bad. All I could do was shake my head and scream, "No, no, no..." Then she dropped the hammer on me - "They had to bring her back to life twice before the helicopter got there."
Every mother's worst fear, coming true....I was hysterical. Sobbing, running around my office trying to get my brain to work, to figure out what to do first. I called my husband and tried to tell him, but I was so out of control he couldn't understand me, plus he thought my daughter was on a bus to Ft. Leonard Wood, MO - how the hell could she have been in a motorcycle wreck?? Finally I just screamed at him, "COME AND GET ME".
We drove my Chrysler mini-van to Indy and learned that it WILL indeed do 105mph. That was the absolutely longest 60 mile drive of my life, even though we made it in 45 minutes, through heavy traffic. Half way there, my daughter's friends called me on my cell phone and said "The hospital says if you want to see her alive you'd better get there soon." More hysteria. On the way down I called my mother and my son and a couple of my friends to let them know.
We got there and they took us into a private waiting room, and a chaplain from the hospital came and talked to us. She couldn't, or wouldn't tell us any medical details, she was just there for moral support. Finally a nurse came and got us and said we could come back to the ER to see her. I was terrified. What would she look like? Was half her face ripped off? I had no idea what to expect. Right as they pulled the curtain, the doctors were removing the breathing tube the emts had put in. My daughter was thrashing about on the bed and making the most god-awful sounds I've ever heard. They made us leave again, until they got the tube out.
Finally a doctor came and talked to us. She had an extremely serious closed-head injury and lots of road rash, but other than that, she was fine. He assured us she was not going to die. He explained to us that victims of these types of injuries become very combative and that we should expect to see more of it in the next few days. She spent 2 days in pediatric ICU, and they had her wrists and ankles tied to the bed, and a neck brace on her. They had to put a tube down her nose into her stomach because she was vomiting and they didn't want her to choke. She was unconscious for 24 hours, and when she woke up she could barely speak coherently for a couple of days.
All in all, she spent 5 days in the hospital, and had a month of physical and occupational therapy afterwards. She has a very serious memory problem now, and also has numbness in her left shoulder, arm and leg. The neurologists said she did some nerve damage to the left side of her neck, and it may or may not get better with time. The army gave her a 2 year deferral for her enlistment, but the neurologists said that most likely she will not be able to go. That is the only good thing to come of this - I did NOT want her to enlist in the first place, and I do believe she did it to spite me and prove a point.
The cause of the wreck? They were on the bike in town, headed south. A woman in a car ran a redlight on a side street heading east. She hit the car in the lane next to the bike, and then hit the bike. She had no insurance. From what I heard from the cops, the bike did a complete 360º end-over-end flip, and my daughter was thrown and landed under the car that hit them. No helmet, of course, and wearing a tank top. Luckily she was wearing jeans. When I spoke with the cop who was in charge of the investigation, he was genuinely surprised to hear that my daughter was ok. He had her marked for dead. In fact, on the police report, they indicated "fatal injury" next to her name.
And, what happened to the woman who hit them, who had no insurance, and who was at fault for totalling three vehicles? She got a ticket for disgregarding an automatic signal.
Before this happened, I really had no interest in bikes, other than to admire them from afar. I thought they were beautiful machines, but didn't really see the big attraction. But after my daughter's wreck, something changed inside me. I can't explain it. Kind of like someone else mentioned in this thread, "the hair of the dog". Even though it wasn't me in the wreck, it was a part of me, and my life was hell for those first few days. I decided I was going to find out what bikes were all about. I know that sounds pretty childish or stupid, but it's something I needed, or had to do. It really made my husband happy - he's been talking about getting a bike for years and I always just rolled my eyes at him
I do wear a helmet, a 3/4 with a face shield. When I'm riding and I look down at the pavement below me, I think to myself, "holy Sh*t that would hurt..." Hopefully I'll never find out.
I have had several serious bike accidents, 3 of which required me to be scraped off the road and hospitalised via ambulance. Head injury and major skin loss was removed from the equation simply because I was wearing the correct gear. I see riders in shorts and t-shirts and cringe at the possible outcomes, then hear about accidents whilst wearing these things but I have absolutely no sympathy for their injuries because it was their decision, however stupid.
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And, conversely, you will receive no sympathy from me for your three crashes because motorcycling is inherently dangerous regardless of the choice to wear gear or not. It's not a matter of, "You're so much smarter than I am because you choose to wear a suit of armor and I choose to let it all hang out", it's simply a matter of how much risk you choose to take. Yeah, admittedly, I am taking a greater risk...but not without a greater gain. I find riding sans gear is much more rewarding than sweating my balls off in 90-degree weather with 90% humidity.Mintbread wrote:I have had several serious bike accidents, 3 of which required me to be scraped off the road and hospitalised via ambulance. Head injury and major skin loss was removed from the equation simply because I was wearing the correct gear. I see riders in shorts and t-shirts and cringe at the possible outcomes, then hear about accidents whilst wearing these things but I have absolutely no sympathy for their injuries because it was their decision, however stupid.
So...again...to each his own. If you want to call me stupid why not try to base if off of something more tangible than the fact that I don't do everything exactly the way you do.
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Point being... there are folks in the world out there who would have absolutely no sympathy for any of us after a crash, simply due to the fact that we mounted a motorcycle in the first place. I believe there was a story here not long ago about a guy who was treated harshly by hospital staff after someone rear-ended him. He had on full gear, but the doctor and admitting nurse still felt it in their right to judge him and treat him like a second-class citizen. They gave him the 'ole what-did-you-expect?! routine.
People make choices and have to live with the consequences of those choices. There are times when I find myself judging others for making choices with which I disagree, and it's hard to stop myself from doing this. In the end though I try to remember that I too have been judged for things that I have done in my life, and it's just not cool. I've done so many things that go against the norm - I have parenting philosophies and practices that a lot of people find crazy. But then I find theirs crazy as well. Who's right and who's wrong? I don't care about right or wrong. If it's a personal choice for myself (or for those in my charge), that's enough for me.
We learn a lot through witnessing - hearing stories from others. But once the judgments start flying around, some people - perhaps the very people you think you're saving - will just tune out.
Cheers,
Loonette
People make choices and have to live with the consequences of those choices. There are times when I find myself judging others for making choices with which I disagree, and it's hard to stop myself from doing this. In the end though I try to remember that I too have been judged for things that I have done in my life, and it's just not cool. I've done so many things that go against the norm - I have parenting philosophies and practices that a lot of people find crazy. But then I find theirs crazy as well. Who's right and who's wrong? I don't care about right or wrong. If it's a personal choice for myself (or for those in my charge), that's enough for me.
We learn a lot through witnessing - hearing stories from others. But once the judgments start flying around, some people - perhaps the very people you think you're saving - will just tune out.
Cheers,
Loonette
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Jen M - That's quite the amazing story. I'm glad that your daughter will recover from this. Odd how things turn out sometimes. And it's just so interesting that this was the event that inspired you to check out biking. Seems like your daughter's situation that day facilitated some significant changes for you both.
Cheers,
Loonette
Cheers,
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