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<blockquote data-quote="ClassicBiker" data-source="post: 164372" data-attributes="member: 1632"><p>Nineteen years ago this month a half wit jewelry store clerk leaving work at 2100hrs ran a red light while talking on the phone to his wife. The first indication that he had screwed up was when I went across the hood of his Jeep when he T boned me on my '67 Moto Guzzi V7. He later said that at first he thought he had hit a trash can, then he thought perhaps a large dog, he finally realized he had his a motorcyclist as went over the hood. The following driver was sure I was dead as I bounced down the road like a basket ball/rag doll. The first indication that I was alive was when I slid to a stop, jumped up and ran for the side of the road. The police officer on the seen said he had seen less car - motorcycle accidents result in the rider dying instantly. I credit my survival to several things, not the least of which was divine intervention. The more immediate and apparent factors were wearing a a full coverage HJC helmet, which was totally destroy as it took a MASSIVE amount of abuse that would have been imparted to my face and head. I still have that helmet prominently displayed to remind me why helmets are important. I credit the heavy leather jacket with padding that my ex-girl friend had bought me a few years before as Christmas present. We may not see each other anymore, but I will never have a bad thing to say about her. She may never know but she saved my life. My heavy leather riding gloves and my Frank Thomas boots. Surprisingly my regular old Levi blue jeans hardly suffered, I suspect because I bounced and rolled, but did not really slide.</p><p>Even though I am not legally required to wear a helmet when I ride, I will always wear a helmet, preferably an HJC full face, I now prefer a modular as it is easier to don with my glasses. Either the same jacket as I had it re-dyed after the intentional or a First Gear textile jacket with padding. I say intentional and not accident as he chose to pay more attention to the phone and his wife than the road and traffic. </p><p>I later learned from the same police officer that was first on the scene that the car driver lost his license and had to move out of state to get a license and retain a job. I know it was the same police officer as he was first on the scene at another intentional I was involved in at the same location and he remembered me. This time a woman chose to pay more attention to her cell phone and her girlfriend on the other end rather than road and traffic. This nit-wit did not see the 200 pound bumble bee ( me wearing a white full face HJC helmet and a black and yellow First Gear Kilimanjaro jacket ) astride a 500 pound praying mantis (my green '95 Triumph Sprint with top box) she ran into the back of me at a stop light. What is even more startling was she failed to see the large white moving van I was behind was also stopped.</p><p>The cell phone is the bane of modern human existence.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ClassicBiker, post: 164372, member: 1632"] Nineteen years ago this month a half wit jewelry store clerk leaving work at 2100hrs ran a red light while talking on the phone to his wife. The first indication that he had screwed up was when I went across the hood of his Jeep when he T boned me on my '67 Moto Guzzi V7. He later said that at first he thought he had hit a trash can, then he thought perhaps a large dog, he finally realized he had his a motorcyclist as went over the hood. The following driver was sure I was dead as I bounced down the road like a basket ball/rag doll. The first indication that I was alive was when I slid to a stop, jumped up and ran for the side of the road. The police officer on the seen said he had seen less car - motorcycle accidents result in the rider dying instantly. I credit my survival to several things, not the least of which was divine intervention. The more immediate and apparent factors were wearing a a full coverage HJC helmet, which was totally destroy as it took a MASSIVE amount of abuse that would have been imparted to my face and head. I still have that helmet prominently displayed to remind me why helmets are important. I credit the heavy leather jacket with padding that my ex-girl friend had bought me a few years before as Christmas present. We may not see each other anymore, but I will never have a bad thing to say about her. She may never know but she saved my life. My heavy leather riding gloves and my Frank Thomas boots. Surprisingly my regular old Levi blue jeans hardly suffered, I suspect because I bounced and rolled, but did not really slide. Even though I am not legally required to wear a helmet when I ride, I will always wear a helmet, preferably an HJC full face, I now prefer a modular as it is easier to don with my glasses. Either the same jacket as I had it re-dyed after the intentional or a First Gear textile jacket with padding. I say intentional and not accident as he chose to pay more attention to the phone and his wife than the road and traffic. I later learned from the same police officer that was first on the scene that the car driver lost his license and had to move out of state to get a license and retain a job. I know it was the same police officer as he was first on the scene at another intentional I was involved in at the same location and he remembered me. This time a woman chose to pay more attention to her cell phone and her girlfriend on the other end rather than road and traffic. This nit-wit did not see the 200 pound bumble bee ( me wearing a white full face HJC helmet and a black and yellow First Gear Kilimanjaro jacket ) astride a 500 pound praying mantis (my green '95 Triumph Sprint with top box) she ran into the back of me at a stop light. What is even more startling was she failed to see the large white moving van I was behind was also stopped. The cell phone is the bane of modern human existence. [/QUOTE]
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