Today I crashed my bike for the third time in my life And first time with my Sportster.
It was around 2am. Leaving club to go home. It's dark. Nobody on the road. Coldest night of this month. I'm at a intersection. My glasses are fogging up at every red light. As I drive off, fog in my glasses clears. This time before it clears, I see a median coming right at me. Well I going right at it.
Boom
I hit it.
As with any crash, it happens fast. You only remember three things.
1. Coming to know that I will crash
2. Impact
3. Getting up to assess the damage.
Bike is laying on its right on the otherside of the road. Surprisingly I was able to pick it up. Bike started. I bring it to McDonald parking lot. Walk around the bike to see all the damage.
Damaged windshield. Scraped engine guard, right hand brake.
Completely busted right saddle bag.
Chipped front fender
Gas tank dented (left handle bar hit the tank)
Biggest of all is my wrist. Pain gotten worse and worse. By the time i got home I couldn't open a bottle with my left hand.
Morning after pain is even worse. Limiting me to use only right hand.
As with any crash. Regret comes first. Slight anger and rage. Talking to God.
Tell myself "at least I'm alive. At least I didn't break any bone"
Yet, that regret is not east to just brush off .
I see a voicemail from Katy.
Recently I have gotten a call from Alex.
I just came to realization that those people who made the effort to be in my life are the ones who have lived with me. Alex Ilan Katy.
The fact that you survived is more than enough to be thankful. It seems that your injury was serious. And considering that this is your third accident already, I truly wish that you'll experience no more. I am also glad to know that you have people around you who have supported you. Stay safe!
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