14-06-12, 06:51 PM
Sorry to hear about your friend.
In a similar story - A group of us were riding down to Devon round about fireworks night. My friend Bob lost concentration, distracted by fireworks, and ploughed into the side of an on-coming lorry on a bend. His right hand and was severed at the wrist the rest of his arm was pulverised to just above the elbow. It was clear he was losing a lot of blood from somewhere but it wasn't until a lady come along and past us his right glove with his hand still in it that we realised the extent of his injuries. A bungee strap was used to stop the blood or he would have died at the side of the road. His right leg was pretty smashed up and it was touch and go for a while wether he'd lose this as well. His leg was saved but then got MRSA in it while in hospital and there was then again talk of amputation. Fortunatley he recovered from the infection.
As part of his converlesing and road to recovery, minus right arm, he was able to jump on the back of my bike months later and go riding again. I felt honoured to carry my dear freind on the back. I grew up riding with Bob and probably to this day ride more miles with him than any other biker. He still is a member of our bike club and his accident hit us all hard but there was never any talk of any of us giving up riding. I still miss his company on the road but now he no longer rides pillion due to requests from his wife. He was only married for one month before the accident.
For some of us riding is in the blood and we do it for liberation and enjoyment. Your friend would not want you to give this up, I'm sure of that.
In a similar story - A group of us were riding down to Devon round about fireworks night. My friend Bob lost concentration, distracted by fireworks, and ploughed into the side of an on-coming lorry on a bend. His right hand and was severed at the wrist the rest of his arm was pulverised to just above the elbow. It was clear he was losing a lot of blood from somewhere but it wasn't until a lady come along and past us his right glove with his hand still in it that we realised the extent of his injuries. A bungee strap was used to stop the blood or he would have died at the side of the road. His right leg was pretty smashed up and it was touch and go for a while wether he'd lose this as well. His leg was saved but then got MRSA in it while in hospital and there was then again talk of amputation. Fortunatley he recovered from the infection.
As part of his converlesing and road to recovery, minus right arm, he was able to jump on the back of my bike months later and go riding again. I felt honoured to carry my dear freind on the back. I grew up riding with Bob and probably to this day ride more miles with him than any other biker. He still is a member of our bike club and his accident hit us all hard but there was never any talk of any of us giving up riding. I still miss his company on the road but now he no longer rides pillion due to requests from his wife. He was only married for one month before the accident.
For some of us riding is in the blood and we do it for liberation and enjoyment. Your friend would not want you to give this up, I'm sure of that.
Some say that he eats habanero chilli peppers dipped in oil of capsaicin for extra bite and that his pyjamas are made from Nomex. All we know is, he's called Ad the Bad