Hit and Run: Lesson learned
As many of you are aware of around phoenix, riders tend to flock to mill ave. on the weekends. One of the riders who you have probably seen many times there in the past is Ken. He rides a 96 GSX-R750, blue/white, with orange rims. He also wears green and white leathers. I ride with Ken frequently because he is a great rider and has taught me a lot. One thing that I love to tease him about is the fact that he wears his leathers all the time. If he had to ride across the street to the house on the other side, he would throw on his leathers. I always wear my leather jacket, jeans, boots, helmet, etc., but hate wearing full leathers. For me, I think I look like a fool, especially when I go down to mill or the pavillions, and plan on walking around. Ken, on the other hand, could care less what people think of him.
On Friday night, I learned why he always wears leathers. He was coming home from mill, by himself, traveling down a road that we take frequently due to the lack of traffic, at 1:30 in the morning. He was side swiped by what he thinks was a drunk driver, in a ford explorer. The ford hit his back tire and knocked the bike from beneath him sending him through the air. He landed on his head and knees. The helmet saved his life, and his leathers saved his skin. After he stopped tumbling, he was able to watch the explorer drive away, and his bike making sparks in the night. His bike is completely totaled. This is his second crash that he has walked away from, because of his helmet and leathers. Moral of the story, I'm gonna wear my leathers when I go across the street.
Last edited by Roundel; 05-28-2002 at 01:25 PM.