A Texas boy and a Missouri girl

I was on I-44 this evening and a motorcycle bit the dust about a half minute in front of me. I was the first on the scene and pulled over quickly. There was a man and woman on the bike. The man seemed fine but the woman was beat up pretty bad, bleeding, couldnt move, but was conscious. I called 911 and a minute later a few more people stopped. They knew more medically than me(I know nothing), so I went to directing traffic and did that for about 15 minutes until the fire department showed up. They loaded her on the stretcher and raced her to the hospital and I went back on my way.

I think motorcycles are so dangerous but used to not think like that. When I was 12, all I wanted was a new honda motorcycle. I had a poster on my wall in my room and stared at it everyday and dreamed what it would be like to have it. When I went to lunch with dad some weeks, I would ask him to take me by the motorcycle shop and he would let me sit on the bikes. Somewhere along the lines I lost interest and motorcycles were replaced by sports and girls in my dreams. My mom told me that my dad before I was born had a motorcycle and he had an accident that could have hurt him very bad. He put it up and never rode it again. I love the thrill of the ride and like to watch them but I think I will stick with vehicles that have four wheels(like my car and atv).

posted by sstone @ 8:00 PM