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Here's the moral of the story... Know where it is you're going and of course, ride your own ride!
I was out on Saturday with my father (Roadrash) and best friend riding our motorcycles through the back-roads of Minooka, IL with the intent of traveling to Illini State Park and came across a motorcycle accident; about 1 minute after it happened. Previously, I had constructed an itinerary of what our little group was going to do for the day, roads we will travel, rest spots, food, and so-forth so, in other words, I always knew what road we were on (that’s the project manager in me). Getting back to the accident, as I approached a group of empty-nesters, one was frantically waiving his jacket so I knew something must be wrong and proceeded with caution. As I arrived at the scene, it became apparent that this guy had no clue what road they were on, his friend and wife had whipped out, the bike was still laying on the lady, the guy was bleeding on the top of his bald head---one with head injury (no helmet of course), lady with what appeared to be a leg injury and the guy on the phone to 911 couldn’t even describe where they were. It was weird because the first thing I thought of is that God must have put me here because I could describe to a “T” how the ambulance was to find them and what hospital the ambulance would come from. I said to the frantic biker, “You are about two miles east from the lock tender’s house on Cemetery road, in Minooka, west of McClindon road.” The guy was first asking me what mile marker we were at as if we were on a highway; he had no clue. This is also a road that is not heavily traveled so I couldn’t say how long it would have been before someone else came along… maybe 5 minutes, but that can make all the difference when you have injured people. My guess was that the group of riders, eight total, were traveling too close to one another and probably traveling at a speed greater than someone was able to handle (these were the big Harley full dressers). I had given my group the warning before leaving my house that there may be loose gravel around corners on Cemetery Road, so we will always take our time, proceed with caution and enjoy the ride. My group was able to complete the short 100 mile ride that I had planned, enjoyed a beautiful day and scenery; and made it home to ride another day! Praise God.
The only confrontation we had was some punk kid blowing past us well above the speed limit, Honda Accord with tinted windows and I was hoping they knew what to expect ahead of them or they would be wheels up as well.
I was out on Saturday with my father (Roadrash) and best friend riding our motorcycles through the back-roads of Minooka, IL with the intent of traveling to Illini State Park and came across a motorcycle accident; about 1 minute after it happened. Previously, I had constructed an itinerary of what our little group was going to do for the day, roads we will travel, rest spots, food, and so-forth so, in other words, I always knew what road we were on (that’s the project manager in me). Getting back to the accident, as I approached a group of empty-nesters, one was frantically waiving his jacket so I knew something must be wrong and proceeded with caution. As I arrived at the scene, it became apparent that this guy had no clue what road they were on, his friend and wife had whipped out, the bike was still laying on the lady, the guy was bleeding on the top of his bald head---one with head injury (no helmet of course), lady with what appeared to be a leg injury and the guy on the phone to 911 couldn’t even describe where they were. It was weird because the first thing I thought of is that God must have put me here because I could describe to a “T” how the ambulance was to find them and what hospital the ambulance would come from. I said to the frantic biker, “You are about two miles east from the lock tender’s house on Cemetery road, in Minooka, west of McClindon road.” The guy was first asking me what mile marker we were at as if we were on a highway; he had no clue. This is also a road that is not heavily traveled so I couldn’t say how long it would have been before someone else came along… maybe 5 minutes, but that can make all the difference when you have injured people. My guess was that the group of riders, eight total, were traveling too close to one another and probably traveling at a speed greater than someone was able to handle (these were the big Harley full dressers). I had given my group the warning before leaving my house that there may be loose gravel around corners on Cemetery Road, so we will always take our time, proceed with caution and enjoy the ride. My group was able to complete the short 100 mile ride that I had planned, enjoyed a beautiful day and scenery; and made it home to ride another day! Praise God.
The only confrontation we had was some punk kid blowing past us well above the speed limit, Honda Accord with tinted windows and I was hoping they knew what to expect ahead of them or they would be wheels up as well.