There’s no way to prepare for this sort of thing besides being prepared for the afterlife. You never fucking know. I ride a motorcycle in LA traffic, I know that one day, I’m going to be murdered by some asshole who drifted in my lane or a piece of cement in my lane or just some random debris that flies up and hits me, I jerk the handlebars and BAM! I get hit by a car.
Getting right with God is always sage advice, for we know not what a day may bring forth. Honestly, the first thing I thought when I watched the clip was what would happen to my dog if my car flipped like that on the expressway.
(I already was in a car that flipped on an expressway, about 30 years ago, left hanging upside down with roof on the ground, strapped in and saved by seat belt, otherwise I would have been ejected through windshield on passenger side and killed.)
My cousin's hubby was killed when a semi in the lane next to him rolled over sideways onto his car, crushing him to death. I make it a habit to avoid driving anywhere big rigs ever since then, because they are notorious for having bad brakes. I guess now I will need to avoid pick-up trucks with extended wheels, too.
I've often heard it said that riding a motorcycle is not a question of if an accident will happen, but when it will; I hope you beat the odds, fren. I always give cyclists a wide courtesy and safety berth.
Oh and thank you! I love people who move over when they see me coming. Splitting lanes is legal in California. I hate people who see me coming and they’re like, “fuck this guy. I’m stuck in traffic and I’m going to ruin his day too.” And then when I ride up next to them, they won’t even make eye contact with me.
I was coming home one dark and stormy night when a car right in front of me lost control, spun into the center divider and broke in half. I was drunk as fuck. Coming home from seeing my now ex-wife. I hit the brakes but it was already too late. It was raining and even if I had stomped on the brakes, I would’ve slid into the wreckage anyways. Yet somehow, the car (a Camaro) broke apart right in front of me and I sailed right through the middle of an exploding car , the front half went in front of me and the back half went behind me and not a single part of that car hit mine. I braced for impact but the impact never came, Not even a scratch.
That was the beginning of my getting right with God.
Yeah, he was fine. Moments before this he was hot rodding his car and I was like, “Easy hot shot, it’s raining so maybe you might wanna dial it back” and then BAM! He hit the center divider.
There’s no way to prepare for this sort of thing besides being prepared for the afterlife. You never fucking know. I ride a motorcycle in LA traffic, I know that one day, I’m going to be murdered by some asshole who drifted in my lane or a piece of cement in my lane or just some random debris that flies up and hits me, I jerk the handlebars and BAM! I get hit by a car.
Getting right with God is always sage advice, for we know not what a day may bring forth. Honestly, the first thing I thought when I watched the clip was what would happen to my dog if my car flipped like that on the expressway.
(I already was in a car that flipped on an expressway, about 30 years ago, left hanging upside down with roof on the ground, strapped in and saved by seat belt, otherwise I would have been ejected through windshield on passenger side and killed.)
My cousin's hubby was killed when a semi in the lane next to him rolled over sideways onto his car, crushing him to death. I make it a habit to avoid driving anywhere big rigs ever since then, because they are notorious for having bad brakes. I guess now I will need to avoid pick-up trucks with extended wheels, too.
I've often heard it said that riding a motorcycle is not a question of if an accident will happen, but when it will; I hope you beat the odds, fren. I always give cyclists a wide courtesy and safety berth.
Oh and thank you! I love people who move over when they see me coming. Splitting lanes is legal in California. I hate people who see me coming and they’re like, “fuck this guy. I’m stuck in traffic and I’m going to ruin his day too.” And then when I ride up next to them, they won’t even make eye contact with me.
I was coming home one dark and stormy night when a car right in front of me lost control, spun into the center divider and broke in half. I was drunk as fuck. Coming home from seeing my now ex-wife. I hit the brakes but it was already too late. It was raining and even if I had stomped on the brakes, I would’ve slid into the wreckage anyways. Yet somehow, the car (a Camaro) broke apart right in front of me and I sailed right through the middle of an exploding car , the front half went in front of me and the back half went behind me and not a single part of that car hit mine. I braced for impact but the impact never came, Not even a scratch.
That was the beginning of my getting right with God.
Wow. Glad you survived that incident. I hope anyone else in the other car did, too.
Yeah, he was fine. Moments before this he was hot rodding his car and I was like, “Easy hot shot, it’s raining so maybe you might wanna dial it back” and then BAM! He hit the center divider.
In CT they try to kill motorcyclists. Or at least they used to.