The scariest day
This Tuesday was the scariest day that I have ever had while riding my bike. My best friend took his mom's Harley 883 sportster for a ride to where my mom was baby sitting to jump into their pool to cool off. Well after taking a couple of trips up and down the rode to go and get food and smokes from a gas station in between swimming and relaxing, we decided to start to head home. I had this real funny feeling that something bad was going to happen on the way. Well we got about 3 miles from where we were at swimming and it happened. My friend not going very fast was going around a cornor when he hit a small patch of loose stone and slide towards the ditch. He was able to keep the bike up and he had no choice but to go into the ditch, so he gradually made his way down into the ditch. Was I watch in horror from behind I thought he would be able to ride it out and come to a stop. As soon as that thought went through my head, him and the bike went air born. He hit a small steep upgrade for a drainage pipe, just missing the pipe. As I watched him fly through the air I watched the bike and him go parrallel to the ground. When him and the bike hit the crash bar dug a 6" deep hole into the grass and bounced back up into the air. My friend let go of the bike at that point and he went away from the bike landing about 2' away from the final resting point of the bike. The bike flipped over onto the other side onto the other side and stopped. Thank god I let him wear my spare Vega helmet for it may of saved him life. All he had was some grass burn and a contusion on his left foot and a dislocated right shoulder that he popped back into place, Ouch!. The bike had some minor damage to it, the shift lever broke from hiting his boot, the left crash bar was bent and cracked, and the left back turnsignal was broken. Other then that him and the bike where OK. I gave him a ride back to the place we just left to check him out closer and so he could get ice on his foot. My dad came out with the truck to pick up the bike and take it back to his mom's. Once we got the bike back I took him to the hospital were the doctor confrimed to him not having a broken foot and just a contusion.
The funny thing about that whole exprience is that before all this happened he swore he would never wear a helmet while riding a cruiser. Now he won't ride unless he wears a helmet. If it wasn't for the helmet, I may have been working on my friend trying to keep him alive.