March 7, 2014
I had just gotten off the phone with a co-worker of mine. He and I had been trying to have lunch together for about a month but it seemed the stars just weren't lining up right; today was different. After agreeing on the spot, we hug up and I finished up on a few things before heading outside to get on the bike. The restaurant was about a 20 minute ride and Justin was working remote from his house about 30 minutes away so, I took my time as I got ready. Armored jacket, gloves, helmet. Admittedly, I don't always wear all my gear but in hindsight, I'm glad I did this time.
It happened within a mile of the office. As I rode through the first intersection, I remember thinking how lite traffic was; this was going to be a nice leisurely ride. As i was leaving the first turn, I could see the car making its way through the parking lot. It slowed as it approached the street, as if it were stopping, but it didn't. I remember hitting my breaks and thinking that I needed to lay my motorcycle down and get away from it, then everything went black.
When I came to, I was on my back, on the street next to the car. I wasn't feeling a lot of pain but I could tell something was wrong. I remember asking someone to call an ambulance and I remember telling someone to get my phone out of my back pocket and call my wife, I must have been going in and out of consciousness because I only remember bits and pieces. Paramedic asking me where I hurt. "Obvious left humerus fracture" one of them said as another was cutting my jacket off. Now we are in the ambulance; I can hear muffled voices but its dark and I cant see what's going on but, I feel hand down my left side and then the pain as he presses on my rib cage and asks me if it hurts. I remember telling him yes and then telling him i was having a hard time breathing. Suddenly, we're in the ER at the hospital. After a CT scan, they wheel me back to the ER where my wife is waiting. We were able to talk briefly before they said I needed to go into surgery and then it all went black again. Seven days later, they woke me up from my long, drug induced sleep.
Ruptured Spleen - lost six pints of blood
Five Broken Ribs
Broken Left Humerus
Broken Left Thumb
Oh, and the motorcycle. My 2012 Harley-Davidson FLSTFBL (Fat Boy-Lo) is still at the repair shop. Not a total loss but repairable; like me I guess.