Wednesday, May 23, 2007

This is the last thing I remember before the wreck, and it's about 10 miles from where it happened. I saw these same pretty horses, and thought of Zmean1. But, it had just started to rain, and I was getting close to home, so decided not to stop. Evidently I was fully in control until I hit my head on the rocks, and was out for almost an hour before the EMT's go t there. A prison guard passing by gave me mouth to mouth to get me breathing after getting the mud and gravel out of my mouth. That was 1 year and 3 hours from the time I took this picture today. There is one more of the accident site..This is the last I'll ever post of the incident, but it was sort of a hard day not to remember. Of course, I had all the happy memories of the trip and Maggie Valley.
You may want to click to enlarge this. From what I was told, I hit an oil slick just before the area of rocks about half way through the curve. I was only going the speed limit according to witnesses and the police. (I still don't remember any of this). The bike threw me off when it left the road, and we both hit the rocks, bounced and ended up about half way back onto the pavement.
This nice little 883 Sportster is for sale. I made an offer, but I doubt if the owner will accept. Maybe if no one comes along with more cash, it will be mine. Would be nice to haul behind the 5 wheel and bring it to Arizona next winter. Needs tires and a good going over, but it has possibilities.