"The one who needs to look again...and again, is YOU!"
~Matthew Leatherwood~
About 18 months ago, my wife and I went on a leisurely ride atop our beautiful, red, 2001 Harley Davidson Electraglide Classic - Firefighter Edition. We love to ride. It was a gorgeous day and all went without a hitch...until we got to our driveway. As I slowed to make a slow right-hand u-turn in our driveway, the 850 pound motorcycle (with another 300 ish pounds on top) started to get away from me. If you're a rider, you know what I'm talking about. I put my leg out to catch us, but I just couldn't hold it. In slow motion, we toppled over and dumped it on the ground. My wife is smart and experienced, so kept her feet on the pegs and a broken leg was avoided. But it took us both to set the bike upright.
I'm nearing 64 years old now. I'm a former athlete and firefighter. I've always had plenty of strength, but on that day I didn't. To be honest, I was a little rattled. No real harm was done, but my ability to handle a bike of that size at low speeds came into question. I was immediately less confident and we rode less and less. We collectively made the decision to sell our bike. I haven't missed it since. Riding a motorcycle, especially while carrying a passenger, let alone a passenger you love with all your heart, is a HUGE responsibility.
But that isn't the true heart of this story. A man very much my age and much, much larger brought his wife from Kansas to look at Gladys (the Harley). He was instantly in love with her and wanted to take her for a short spin. He showed me his current motorcycle operator's endorsement and took her for a short jaunt down the block and back. He went and returned without incident, but I could tell he was nervous when he got back. It was then he told me that, while licensed, he hadn't ridden in 30 years.
"This is an awfully big bike to get back in the game with," I protested. "It weighs over 800 pounds before gear and rider." Unshaken, he assured me he'd take it easy for awhile and get back in the game slowly. He was convincing enough, yet I had a nagging gut feeling about his ability to handle the bike. But, cash talks and he and his wife proudly loaded up the bike and towed her back to Kansas. Chapter over. Or was it?
While working in the yard, some 6 months later, I received a message from the buyer's wife. Seems she and her husband were on a ride in August and a vehicle pulled out in front of them on a two-lane highway. Her husband was killed and she spent 3 weeks in an ICU recovering from her injuries. Now, I'm not sure why she felt the need to share that information with me, but it makes me nauseous even now as I write this. Riding a bike is an enormous responsibility.
And that brings me to the real point of this blog entry and it's about something that bugs the hell out of me each spring as bikes begin to come out from a long Nebraska winter. The yard signs, facebook posts, and other propaganda are everywhere promoting the slogan "Look Again." Don't get me wrong. It's a good slogan and it's never a bad idea to remind drivers to keep an extra eye out for motorcycles. Why? Because a large percentage of bikers are inexperienced, stupid, distracted, or all the above.
In all my years of riding (and I've been on two wheels of something since I was in elementary school), I have never had a close call with any motorcycle I've owned, on any road I was on. Why do you suppose that is? It's simple. It's because I looked again. And again. And again. When you're on your motorcycle, it is YOUR responsibility 100% of the time to expect the worst from other drivers. You are hard to see and they aren't paying attention. If you get in a battle of metal with a 4-wheeler, you'll lose every, single, time.
When I worked for the fire department, we had two classifications of accidents. At-fault and Preventable. The latter means, that while legally, an accident may not have been your fault, it was reasonably preventable. In my opinion, same goes with motorcycles.
Look, I don't know who's fault the accident was where the man in this story was killed, but I can assure you, for an experienced rider, it was very likely preventable. Every single time you approach an intersection, you prepare to slow down. Cover the clutch, hands/feet on both brakes, prepare to downshift, and ASSUME they're about to pull out in front of you. Same goes for the number one killer of bikers, which is a vehicle making a left-hand turn in front of you. Just assume they're going to do it, and prepare. The rule is simple. Assume every driver on the road with you is going to do the wrong thing and prepare accordingly. It'll save your life and the passenger on board.
For gods sake, wear appropriate clothing, including long sleeves, long pants, leather, boots, and a HELMET! (And yes, I hate helmets, too). Take a motorcycle safety class. I don't care how long you've been riding, you'll learn things in that course that will build confidence and could save your life.
Spring is upon us. Motorcycles will be everywhere, and sure, it's a good idea for people to be aware. But if you're the operator of that motorcycle, for the sake of you, your passenger, and your loved ones, it is 100% YOUR responsibility to heed your own advice.
Look again!!!