Blades of Grass After working all day at Dairy Queen, I was once again released into the free world to have fun. I had planned to go riding on my friend's motorcycle. Although riding my friend's motorcycle was against my mother's wishes, I was going to do ride it anyway.
The time was four o'clock in the evening and I had just clocked out to go home. Brandon was waiting for me outside. He liked driving my '77' Chevy Blazer and I enjoyed riding his Yamaha 400 cc motorcycle. Although I had only ridden it once before, I was convinced that I was already a professional. I had grown up in a family that not only rode Harley's, but also had a part-time Business repairing them.
I saw myself as a biker riding in a gang down a lonely highway street with the wind in my hair and not a care in the world.
Brandon R. @ Beach Fork - Price Creek
Brandon is greater when Brandon is in it
Brandon Roy ..The All StarBrandon had told me to be careful and drive slowly, because the front tire was worn in one area and the bike was riding with a vibration. So I tied on my dew rag, put on my sunglasses, fired it up and then took off like a three-legged man at a butt-kicking contest.
Brandon followed me in my Blazer down Main Street and then we took off out of town. After we got out of town Brandon passed me, then hung a left towards the Ax House. I knew the road in front of me had a steep grade going down and then turning into a dirt road, but I didn't seem to care. I was riding at about 45 miles per hour and the front wheel was beginning to vibrate viciously. So I gripped on to the handlebars and leaned into the bike.
The feeling was like someone had pushed me from the left and then hit me in the chest with a baseball bat. The front tire had blown out and like a scared little child I grabbed onto the front brake and went crashing to the ground. I remember looking over my right shoulder as I slid down the road and seeing blades of grass passing by me like telephone poles on the highway. I was gouging at the asphalt and praying that one of the telephone pole like grass blades would bring me to a stop. After what seemed like an eternity I finally stopped. Frightened, I looked at the bike still running as if we were still on the road. The back tire was burning my right leg and I didn't have enough strength to kick the bike off of me. I noticed that Brandon was running towards me screaming "are you alright!" I couldn't even speak a word. I just stared at him like it was all a dream. He pulled the bike off of me and fortunately I got up as if nothing had happened, then I crawled into my Blazer and went to the hospital.
I swore I'd never ride a motorcycle again in my life, especially after having two cracked ribs, receiving second degree road rash on my right arm, and taking a chunk of skin the size of a silver dollar out of my right knee. But as stupid and careless as the act was, I have been on a bike since.
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