I went out on a ride today with like 25 other guys from our local riding group. We stopped at a little town on a well known riding route and had lunch. While we were eating a group of Harley's passed by and waved at all of us eating and we waved back. We finished up lunch, got suited up and rolled out about ten minutes later.
As we were making our way up through the pass out of town, a helicopter flew over us which was kind of strange. About 10 minutes after that, our group came around the last corner at the top of the summit and that same helicopter was just powering up to take off. Gravel and dirt were going everywhere as we all shielded our faces and bikes the best we could.
Apparently one of the Harley riders lost control in a corner and hit a cement barrier on the edge of the road, tossing him and his passenger over it and down an embankment, we got there in time to catch the aftermath. There was oil and coolant all over the road and plenty of pieces of bike along with it.
I found out tonight that the driver passed away and the passenger is in critical condition.
I am standing 10 feet from where that helicopter landed in my last gallery picture. Its kind of surreal when you witness this stuff and are so physically close to all of it.
Sometimes I wonder if the price to do what I do is worth it. I guess the love for what I do keeps me in the game.
Stay safe on the roads and please look twice for bikes, they are coming out in force in conjunction with the nice weather.
R.I.P
