Upon opening my eyes I was looking up at the grill of a large truck. Dragon(fly) and me were under the front of the truck.
The driver of the truck didn't see me and my motorcycle. Unfortunately a normal report for motorcycle accidents.
After my body began to feel itself with the sensations returning I was helped to my feet by many good semaritans.
Earlier in the day I told my beautician that not only do helmets protect our heads from some harm but helmets kept the hair from drying out in the sun and
The man in the truck was stopped at a stop sign but then he didn't see me and pulled out into the traffic.
Accidents happen so quickly and while one person is blamed in reality accidents happen. I know there have been times when riding my bike that the drivers in cars watched over me and avoided me when I'd done something unsafe.
I had left Chelsea Michigan and was traveling towards my temporary home in Ann Arbor's Sunward Community.
Here I was going only 10 miles and an accident happens. After the accident if you looked at me you would have thought the accident was nothing more than an inconvience but internally my brain had activated all those thoughts of danger and the damage that could have occurred to me. After remaining calm for almost an hour while reports were done with police office, I needed to cry.
I decided If I was going to let my emotions cry out in tears,and fear I needed to be with folks that loved me and could take care of my emotional needs.Sunward the community I had been staying with off and on the last couple of years was where I headed for comfort. At Sunward they took me in and checked me for emergency needs and doctored me with the available medications. I was kept within the bonds of friendship, love, and care.Within the circle of Sunwards Community I was able to deal with my pains', emotional and physical.
I had an accident, I know that happens but not an enjoyable experience. My non-biker friends and family could easily of tried to influence me to give up riding. But the fortunate woman I am I have loved ones, while not bikers, they supported me in my continuing to ride. I don't ride with others and so motorcycle support isn't easily found in my world. My daughter after I told her I was afraid asked how she could help me regain the comfort of riding. She suggested she drive her car either behind or in front of me while I rode. Her offer was enough to give me the support I needed to ride. I was afraid they would tell me to quit riding but instead I was given their love and energy to ride until I die or choose to stop.
The decision was mine.
Even I wondered if this would leave me not wanting or trusting riding. And there will come a day when I'll say enough but now to ride in the wind and feel the freedom I feel on Dragon is still a part
of who I am.
Roads we take, the travels we experience brings us to where we are this point in my life. My brothers both told me bikers go down it's whether you can walk away that matters. I am fortunate I was able to ride away.
photos of trips
Posted by Diane Bogenrieder at August 07, 2002 06:46 PM GMT