Sunday, September 21, 2008

motorcycle accident

this weekend i made my first 911 call.

H and i were driving down the interstate. (well, he was driving, i was sitting shotgun.) H saw in the rearview mirror some motorcyclists driving up on the left hand lane really fast (at least faster than the speed limit and the traffic surrounding them). he says something like "what is he doing", and i turn around to look and watch a motorcycle and its rider do a barrel roll into the median. the guy was wearing a helmet, and the actual "crash" was on grass, but he was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans and had to have been going at least 75 mph.

H pulled over to the side of the road and i pulled out my cell phone. i dialed 911, and at first it just rang and rang and rang with nobody answering. i hung up, dialed 911 again, and within 2 rings someone picked up. i said "i just witnessed a motocycle accident" and with H's help i gave all the necessary info for emergency folks to come in and do their thing. we stayed on the shoulder until we saw blue flashing lights, and then went our way. hopefully the guy will have suffered minimal damage, but i'm not likely going to forget that crash for a while. the wreck also occurred near the "hospital district" in my town, so hopefully it was a quick transfer as well.

the rest of the day we just kept seeing motorcyclists, some joy riding, some driving like bats out of hell. i know for a fact that i will not be getting a motorcycle anytime soon...

1 comment:

keepbreathing said...

We call irresponsible motorcycles "donorcycles" here. Often the brains are gone but the organs are intact, and most motorcyclists are youngish and healthyish, so your MCC victims tend to make excellent organ donors. Sad but true.