i don't think so
So lately my dad has been on this kick where he thinks he needs to get a motorcycle. First of all, he's too damn old for a motorcycle. He's past the age of looking "cool." Second of all, what the hell does he need a motorcycle for? I know I sound really old by saying this, but they're so dangerous. It doesn't matter if the driver of the motorcycle is being safe, there's too many other idiots out there that could really injure them.
I think my fear of motorcycles started when I was about 12. I had been out to eat with my parents and we were on our way home. My sister and her friend had stayed home to study while we went out. We lived off of 29th and Wanamaker, and on our way back we noticed a really bad accident. Cops were everywhere. We got home and my sister told us that a guy on a motorcycle had gotten hit by a car. She said they heard the whole thing happen.
We decided to be nosey and walked down the road to see if we could find out more about it. As we got closer, my mom grabbed me and spun me around so I wouldn't see up ahead. I broke away from her grip because I wanted to see what she was seeing, and that's when I saw the most horrible thing I had ever seen. They were zipping up the body bag of the guy that had gotten killed on the motorcycle. He had died on impact and his motorcycle was found down the street. His shoe was still lying in the street and there was glass everywhere. It was horrible. Come to find out, the guy was on his way home from his wedding rehearsal. He was to get married the next day. He had one child and another one on the way. Those kids were now fatherless...all because some lady couldn't wait 5 more seconds for the motorcycle to go by, and made a left hand turn in time for the guy on the motorcycle to t-bone the car.
A few months ago I had another run-in with a motorcycle accident. My friend had been out with an old buddy of hers from high school and they were driving around on his motorcycle. A car backed out of their driveway and they ran right into it. Her friend was killed and she was sent to the hospital with a broken pelvis. She just got out of a wheelchair a week ago and she's now has to use a walker. She's only 26, and her best friend is now dead. All because some jackass wasn't watching what they were doing.
So I think my reason for not wanting my dad, whom I love very much, to get a motorcycle is justified. Maybe I'm being overprotective, but I'd rather be too cautious and have him around then be too laid back and loose him to another dickhead driver.
I think my fear of motorcycles started when I was about 12. I had been out to eat with my parents and we were on our way home. My sister and her friend had stayed home to study while we went out. We lived off of 29th and Wanamaker, and on our way back we noticed a really bad accident. Cops were everywhere. We got home and my sister told us that a guy on a motorcycle had gotten hit by a car. She said they heard the whole thing happen.
We decided to be nosey and walked down the road to see if we could find out more about it. As we got closer, my mom grabbed me and spun me around so I wouldn't see up ahead. I broke away from her grip because I wanted to see what she was seeing, and that's when I saw the most horrible thing I had ever seen. They were zipping up the body bag of the guy that had gotten killed on the motorcycle. He had died on impact and his motorcycle was found down the street. His shoe was still lying in the street and there was glass everywhere. It was horrible. Come to find out, the guy was on his way home from his wedding rehearsal. He was to get married the next day. He had one child and another one on the way. Those kids were now fatherless...all because some lady couldn't wait 5 more seconds for the motorcycle to go by, and made a left hand turn in time for the guy on the motorcycle to t-bone the car.
A few months ago I had another run-in with a motorcycle accident. My friend had been out with an old buddy of hers from high school and they were driving around on his motorcycle. A car backed out of their driveway and they ran right into it. Her friend was killed and she was sent to the hospital with a broken pelvis. She just got out of a wheelchair a week ago and she's now has to use a walker. She's only 26, and her best friend is now dead. All because some jackass wasn't watching what they were doing.
So I think my reason for not wanting my dad, whom I love very much, to get a motorcycle is justified. Maybe I'm being overprotective, but I'd rather be too cautious and have him around then be too laid back and loose him to another dickhead driver.
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