He’s Okay, But There Was an Accident…

I’m a second generation motorcycle rider. Growing up my dad always had a motorcycle; at one point he even had 4. Mom and I would take turns riding with him most weekends running errands, visiting family, and sometimes just going out for ice cream. We joined a local motorcycle club when I was 12, so our rides became more frequent. In the organization, we were Chapter Z or by those who knew us, the Zaniacs. We would ride out to other chapter meetings, go on poker runs to raise money for local charities, ride in parades… It was an amazing feeling to belong to this amazing group of people who loved riding just as much as we did.

In school I would tell my peers that I rode motorcycles with my dad and most of the time I heard a, “Yeah right…” It wasn’t until dad picked me up on his Goldwing from band rehearsal that people took me seriously. Word spread like wildfire that I not only rode a motorcycle, but that I was in a full-fledged motorcycle gang. I for sure didn’t say ‘gang’ when I spoke about my club, but you know how kids are…

My status as a motorcycling bad ass grew tenfold when members of my chapter showed up for a presentation my school was putting on for September 11th. The school board invited members of the community to join my school on the front lawn to listen to a guest speaker who was a prisoner of war talk about how sucky 9/11 was and how awesome America is (but in much more eloquent manor).

Patriotism and motorcycles are synonymous (in case you didn’t know), so when there was an invite to this event, dozens of motorcyclist of all types came to show their support and appreciation. When you’re on the verge of teenagdom, any motorcycle is cool, but when there is a sea of chrome and leather pulling up beside you, you become just plain giddy–actually that’s at any age I believe.

So when members from my chapter showed up and spotted me in the crowd, they all invited me over for hugs and high fives. I of course had to ask permission from my teacher if I could go say hi to my buddies, but she was just as shocked as my classmates and agreed. The greeting was brief and there were only about a dozen riders from my particular chapter there, but by association, according to my schoolmates, I knew every single one of them which made me the coolest chick in the 7th grade.


Last fall I convinced Fella to get our motorcycle licenses together and within a couple weeks we purchased our own bikes and formed our own little riding club. Around the same time we got Bonnie and Clyde, dad’s bike broken down. It was an older motorcycle and dad had put thousands of miles on it, so it wan’t unexpected, but it still sucked. It wasn’t long after that he decided to buy another bike. I mean, he had to so that we could grow our club from 2 to 3, ’cause that’s when you know you have something real.

Our club name has yet to be determined…

Last weekend mom came to visit. Her, Fella and I were hanging out Sunday afternoon when my brother called. I answer the phone, he asked if mom was near by, I confirmed, then he said:

“He’s okay, but dad was in a motorcycle accident.”

My response: “Is he okay!?”

According to my brother this is what happened: Dad was out riding, on his way home trying to beat the rain that was moving in. He was on a back road with lots of twists and turns, within 5 miles of home. He entered a curve going no more than 30mph when his front wheel slipped out from under him. He fell off the bike and ended up in a ditch while the bike flipped a handful of time and landed in the opposite ditch.

A stranger stopped to check on dad and dad called my bro. My brother came to get dad, but instead of going to the hospital like a normal person, dad insisted that he was taken home to get the truck and trailer to load his mangled motorcycle; my brother obliged. They finally got to the hospital where dad got x-rays of his presumed broken pinky and possibly broken elbow. Fortunately nothing is broken; his pinky was sprained and the docs think he dislocated his shoulder, but worked it back into place while loading the bike onto the trailer… dumby head! So luckily no broken bones, but he has serious road rash down most of his arm and is in a lot of pain.

After talking to some friends and colleagues about my dad’s accident, their questions have been the same: “Doesn’t that make you scared of riding your motorcycle now?” and my answer is no.

When you start riding motorcycles, just like all dangerous activities, you assume the risks involved. You know there is a possibility of falling, but if you’re safe and take proper measures to protect yourself with adequate gear and don’t drive like a moron, then chances are you have nothing to worry about and you’ll have a great time. If anything, I’ve learned a lot from my dad’s accident.

  1. Always wear a jacket. I think that because my dad is such a seasoned rider, he became too comfortable confident in his abilities. Because of this he would often ride in just a t-shirt which is why he got such bad road rash.
  2. Even if it starts raining just a little, be overly cautious. When rain hits the pavement, it mixes with the oil that’s already there making for a very slick roadway, particularly for motorcycles. If there is no safe place to pull off, take it slow.
  3. Don’t be a dumby–go to the hospital after an accident.

I mean, I feel like that last one is just a given, but adrenaline makes you do some stupid stuff…

11 thoughts on “He’s Okay, But There Was an Accident…

  1. OMG! I am so glad that your dad is ok!! I’m personally terrified of motorcycles and won’t get on them but I’ve had a few deaths in my family because of recklessness, both on the part of the driver and drivers of other vehicles. So for me, they are a big NOPE. I’m glad you are comfortable riding them and take good care to be safe! xoxo

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    • I told Fella after this all happened that he is to NEVER die from a motorcycle accident since I’m the one who convinced him to start riding. I couldn’t live with myself. But riding is such a great feeling; it’s freeing. I’m happy to have shared my love of motorcycles with him. With that said, I 100% understand your aversion to motorcycles. They certainly are not for everyone. My mom even got her license at one point and got her own bike, but she didn’t like driving it; it made her uncomfortable.

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  2. I’m glad too that he’s okay. I tell my kids the same words of caution while driving. Take it easy driving when it starts raining after it hasn’t rained for a while. The oil slicks on the road makes the road slippery initially.

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    • Drivers just become so desensitized to driving–in adverse conditions especially. The thought is I was fine last time, so they don’t take the proper precautions and that’s when bad things happen.

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  3. SO glad to hear he’s okay! My ex had a motorcycle and I have such an appreciation for them and motorcyclists. There are no helmet laws in New Hampshire which makes me so sad, bikes are fun but really can be dangerous even to experienced riders.

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  4. I’m glad to hear your dad is okay! My husband rides a motorcycle and I often ride pillion with him, which helped me worry less when he rides to work on his own on cold and rainy winter mornings. Thankfully he always wears all his protective gear! I always cringe a little when I see (often young) couples riding in shorts and tees. We saw it loads in Paris! That’s a big ouch if you fall!

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    • There’s a saying we had in our motorcycle club: “Dress for the slide, not for the ride.” Just yesterday I had a couple pull up behind me, both wearing shorts and t-shirts.

      Someone recently asked me if I would ever go to a state with no helmet laws and ride without a helmet and I practically screamed at him, “HELL NO!”

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      • That’s a good saying, I’ll remember that!

        I’d never ride without a helmet either. Actually, I wouldn’t even ride with anything else than a full-face helmet! I guess it’s a personal and confort choice, but I know someone who lost part of their lower jaw after a bad fall because they didn’t have a full-face on…

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