Okay, here’s my attempt at a blog post, written in a casual, first-person style, about dealing with a motorcycle wreck:
Man, oh man, where do I even begin? Today was… rough. It started like any other day, sun shining, perfect weather for a ride. I geared up, hopped on my bike, and headed out. I wasn’t even going far, just a quick trip to the store.
Next thing I know, BAM! It happened so fast. I’m still not 100% sure what went down, but I think a car pulled out in front of me. One minute I’m cruising, the next I’m sliding across the asphalt. Talk about a wake-up call.
First things first, my brain was screaming: “Get out of the road!” I scrambled to the side as quickly as my body would let me. It was a struggle, everything hurt. But, I was alive, and at that point it was lucky.
Once I was (mostly) safe, I dialed 911. Adrenaline was pumping, and I’m pretty sure my voice was shaking like a leaf. The operator kept me on the line, asking questions, making sure I was okay(ish).
Then came the inventory. You know, checking yourself for injuries. My leg was throbbing, my arm felt like it was on fire, and I’m sure I had some serious road rash. But I could move, wiggle my fingers and toes… small victories, right?
While I waited for the ambulance and police, I remembered some advice I’d read once: document everything. So, I whipped out my phone (thankfully it survived!) and started snapping pictures. I got shots of my mangled bike, the car that hit me, the road conditions, even the skid marks. I figure, the more info, the better, later on.
The Aftermath
The ambulance finally arrived, and the paramedics checked me over. Even though I felt like I’d been hit by a truck, I stubbornly refused to go to the hospital at first. I’m not a big fan of hospitals. But they insisted, and honestly, I think they were right.
Turns out, I was more banged up than I thought. Nothing broken, thankfully, but a lot of bruises, scrapes, and a possible concussion. The doctor gave me the whole lecture: rest, ice, pain meds, and follow-up appointments.
So, here I sit, sore, tired, and my bike is probably totaled. It’s a mess, but it could have been so much worse. The biggest takeaway? Always wear your gear, people. It saved my skin, literally. And be extra, extra careful out there. You never know what’s going to happen.
I had to record this practice for my own good.
