Back in March, I went down to Georgia and became the very proud owner of a 1972 Harley Sportster. This was my dream bike. With me being a left a.k., this bike was as though it had been created just for me. The gear shifter was located on the right side, which allowed me to ride the bike with no modification whatsoever. On Saturday, May 9, I was out riding the country roads near my house (in fact, I was only 2.4 miles from home) when a '96 Dodge Caravan veered into my lane, creating a head-on collision. The impact immediately knocked me unconscious. The long-term damage was a crushed pelvis, fractured left arm, fractured right shoulder, and 4 fractured ribs on my right side. It is now May 19, ten days removed from the accident, and I feel like crap. I've had to hire an attorney due to the insurance company of the at-fault driver not wanting to do what they're supposed to do. It will be very interesting to see how this comes out. They did send out an adjuster today to look at my motorcycle, which they deemed to be a "total loss". I told them "you can say whatever you want to, but you're not taking the motorcycle away from me". So, they're now going to write it up as though they are paying me for the damages, not totaling the bike, enabling me to retain and repair the motorcycle without having to get a 'salvage title'. (That was a major answer to prayer!) My mom told me that "a man in your condition doesn't have any business at all on a motorcycle". I said "A man in my condition? What the hell is that supposed to mean? What do you want me to do, learn how to cane chairs and do that all day long? No thank you. That ain't living. I am going to live my life to the fullest, and enjoy each and every moment of it while I have the ability and desire to do so". Y'all keep me in your prayers...
