Todd's Kentucky Encounter



June 10, 1978
While I was tooling down LaGrange Road in Louisville at about 50
mph, a drunk ran a light and at the last second saw me coming (with
my high beam on). Instead of going on through the light, he stopped
in the middle of the intersection and I broadsided him. He thought no
one saw, so he took off. Unfortunately, I was under his truck so he
ran over me while escaping, causing new injuries. When the police
caught him he had a mostly-empty case of beer on the front seat.



 
 

This was shot two weeks after the accident. I remained in this
position for three months before surgery. The gizmo holding my
leg up goes through the bone. Damages: right femur broken in
12 places, right foot & ankle crushed (from being run over),
right hip broken, right arm broken in 2 places, right ring finger
crushed, two broken ribs, multiple cuts and lacerations.

The cuts on my neck were caused by my head going through
the truck's camper window. There are others scattered around
my head, but not as big as this. The wound on my chest is
from the mirror stem stabbing me (said paramedics).

Here's a lovely view of my right hip. The surgeon later enlarged the
hole six more inches toward the knee to install permanent pins in the
hip and leg (along with assorted plastic, screws and wire). The doc
said they used 16 pints of blood in the long and complicated surgery.
He also said I would always limp, but I hardly do, except on rainy days.

Rick's Little Mishap


 

While Rick was riding his Sportster in Ft. Lauderdale, a highly
inebriated African American gentleman stepped right into his
path, dispite the man's friend warning him and actually trying to
pull him back. Next stop, Pearly Gates, no charges filed. But
the bike was totaled. Shortly afterward, Rick picked up a new
Super Glide and the name "Krusty". To his dismay, it stuck.

This happened in North Miami.

Hillbilly's Thumb



You'll have to ask Kevin about this little mishap...







Those yellow things are caps that cover the ends of the
pins that are holding the bones together while they heal.

From Cobra:

Yesterday started out great. Poker Run with the Brothers of Grundy, a good long scenic route to.
But, approximately 54 miles into the ride some idiot decided to let his pup run loose. I avoided it,
the Wife tried. It went right to her front tire like a magnet. The bike went up, she went off. She ended
up with road rash on both arms and shoulders, nose and chin, 2" gash above right eye, 2 holes in left
hand along with a broken wrist. This is to all the pet owners out there, LOCK THEM ANIMALS
UP, KEEP THEM OFF THE ROADS. Take care all and ride safe. Yes, she said she will ride again.

Nakita sent these shots along with this story:


 We bought the MC in May.  I had taken the MSF safety class in June,
maybe around the 11th or so, and this ASS tries to kill me like July 10th 1999.

I just like this picture because I see a lot of pics where the person shows their bike and it looks scratched real bad with maybe some cracked off parts.  I think this one says 'thank God there wasn't a passenger'.

I was slowing down to make a right hand turn in a designated turn lane, the type that is an extra lane just for turning.  So Smart Guy is trying to pass everyone on the right, I am guessing, and hits me.  I was going about 10 MPH and Mr. Happy-Ass was going about 50 MPH (according to the police) Then he slid/drove another 115 ft. with my bike stuck under his car.

The sissy bar broke off onto/into my back.  My helmet in the picture flew about 6ft into the air right off of my head. Yes, it was hooked, in fact it came off of my head still hooked. Then, I saw that it was still moving forward and I wasn't holding on.  I jumped off of the bike

I remember thinking that it was going to hurt and that the ground was going to be hard.  The ground was WAY harder than I thought. Then I remember hitting my mouth into the ground and I was pretty sure that took care of all of my teeth, in the front anyway.

I was knocked out for just a minute or so.  Then I came to.  I was pretty sure that I was going to die. I got up because I figured that dead people lay down.  My boyfriend tried to keep me down, but I wouldn't listen. 

I stood there holding my boyfriend thinking that my guts or something was hanging out of me or that my brain was exposed. I asked him what had happened. He told me.

Then I tried to get at the guy who had run me down.  He was lying by the side of the road, pretending to be hurt AND THE EMTs WERE HELPING HIM!!! So I was going to kill him.  I wanted so bad to kick in his brains with my trusty combat boots.  I figured that I was going to die and I was sure going to take him with me.  I couldn't break free of my boyfriend though.

A fireman or policeman ( I'm not sure which) threatened to put me in restraints.  Nice huh?

So I ambulanced to the hospital.  They CT Scanned me, X-rayed me, Ultra sounded me, poked me, morphined me, scrubbed me with a brush and sent me home.  I had a little bleeding from my kidneys and a lot of road rash.

I have a scar on my knee, both shoulders and both wrists.  Of all of the cuts and scrapes on my face nothing left a mark at all.  I do still have asphalt inside my lower lip and I have lost some of the feeling in that lip.  No tooth damage at all though.  I also ended up with a sagging vertebrae where the sissy bar broke off. It was a major problem for about a year.  I had a lot of physical therapy. I think that one will probably come back to get me when I am older.

 Editor's Note: Nakita didn't stop riding, in fact she currently rides a Sportster.

From Sinn:

As we were comin' home from a great dinner at the log cabin in Pittsburgh. a 20 year old
gal ran a stop sign and broadsided us. Ricky die within a few minutes in my arms, my right
leg was hangin' there, and it has been four and a half years and I'm still fighting to save my
leg. This gal's family knew the police from that district, so needless to say, no charges filed
(not even runnin' a stop sign) and I lost not only my husband, but my soul mate, and best
friend. The '61 pan that we were on is still with me, just haven't had the heart to start
workin' on it to get it back to shape again. Little hard with having three to take care of, but
someday I'll come to terms with it all and pick up the pieces and rebuild this bike again.