SO I left work for the evening at 22:00 hrs, and was waiting behind a pickup truk at a red light.
And this vehicle plowed into my Miata and drove me under the truck.
I have a severe concussion, post concussive syndrome, headaches blurrd vision, in a world of hurt and cannot drive or work for a month.
I go for an MRI Monday, to see how damaged I am.
I do have some peeps stopping by and checking up on me.
But I think I 've been given a second chance to do something.......
Gonna go and take a ride to New Castle Farmers Market...then come back and put brakes on the bike
I had not decided fully on whether I was going to Rolling Thunder this year. It was something I had done for like 13 of them, but a few years back, some jackass tried to turn it into a "Girls Gone Wild" thing. I saw many a female half naked, flashing, at the crowd and at the Parade.
I was thouroughly disgusted, this isn't the place for this. I wanted to stop my bike and just start hammering on the knuckle dragging moron who thought that disgracing Memorial Day was such a good idea.
A number of vets I had talked to were also not amused.
I mean you go to Bike Week or Sturgis and EXPECT that, and even then it is up to you whther you want to participate or not.
So this year, I was hedging a bit.
That Friday, my sister calls me up. A friend of ours is going to Iraq. He is an MP, and we are going to take him out.
As I am in this pub looking at Preston, this young man , who is an MP, I resolved I had to go this year to Rolling Thunder.
So, Sunday morning, I am up at 6 AM....got some coffee, and rolled.
I was doing like 85 down 95 on my Drifter, her metal heart not skipping a beat, riding as smooth as silk.
I get to the Wall, parked at 22 and I, and walked down.
I called Don, a friend of mine for a loooong time, and said I will be at the Wall in 10 minutes, I ve a bottle of beer for Elroy I will call you from there.
So I stuffed a bottle of Michelob down my pants, and went
Finally, crossing the street, I somberly walked behind some people, to panel 5 West. I put down the beer, and I called Don on my cellphone
I said talk to Elroy...I stood there with my cell on the Wall for a good 10 minutes. My emotions, allready roiling , were now starting to overwhelm me.
I asked Don if he was done, he was and told him I 'd call when I had some sort of composure.
As I was walking, Pat Boone , was singing "God Bless the USA", one of the song that willabsoelyreduce me to tears.
"And I won't Forget the men who dies who gave that right to me" echoing as I am passing the black granite Wall with all those names, the Wall shiny, forcing me to look at myself.
I was toast emotionally.
I wandered around, and found myself at the Lincoln Memorial.
I was staring at Mr. Lincoln, watching our citizen pose in front of the statue smiling goofily, then I saw a gathering of people on the left side of the statue.
Most of these were foreigners, sobbing as they read the Gettysburg Address , engraved on the wall. I was like wrung again, but the thought, Ain't this something, just ran through my head.
As I was leaving, the Star Spangled Banner was being played. I Instantly snapped to attention, and you could have heard a pin drop.
Finally I went back to my bike, and decided to go the long way home, which is a polite euphemism for I got lost.
