Now that my Harley is fixed, I have been dwelling on the wondrous rides of the future. Hopefully 2012 will be filled with terrific trips, long rides, perfect roads and will be a safe riding season. Unfortunately accidents happen, no matter the experience, riding skills and precautions that a rider will take. I still remember my first bad crash that I was involved in. Though it was not an auto/cycle accident, it was severe enough to permanently imprint a lasting memory into my conscience. I was riding my snowboard at Suicide Six Ski Resort in Woodstock, VT and was trying to impress a few ladies whom I met at the mountain. The hormones and adrenaline of the moment motivated me to attempt a trick which I never previously landed, off a jump the size of Gibraltar. To make a long story short, I bailed hard and it cost me a ride down the Mountain in the meat wagon and an hour ambulance ride to Dartmouth Medical Facility in New Hampshire. It was huge spill which kept me off my feet for weeks.
The brief moment while airborne is the portion of the crash which I remember most. The instant right before colliding into the ground seemed to slow down as if in suspended animation. I actually had time to have a conversation with myself and remember thinking of the impeding pain which would surely come as I hit the ground. Another thought was that one should never try to impress a girl while snowboarding. Then there was this profound moment where I remembered a few childhood memories. The 2 seconds seem to last for an eternity. I can’t tell you what memories I recalled but at the time they seemed so surreal. Then I hit ground with a tremendous force which knocked me unconscious for several minutes.
My first real crash changed me; it was then that I knew I was breakable. Luckily I was able to make a full recovery and learned a valuable lesson. Ride hard, search for that perfect road, excite your inner road demon, be courageous, be happy and most important, and let the ride continue.