On Motorcycle “Accidents”

This is my bike. She’s in good shape.

Lenore is Dead Sexy

I intend to keep her that way.

Last night, a motorcycle accident went down right outside the restaurant where we were eating. We didn’t see it happen, but I could see the bike lying in the street and a couple of other customers ran outside to help and to call 911. I kept my kids in their seats because we didn’t know what was going on, other than someone said the rider is lying on top of the car he struck. A Peoria ambulance was on the scene in less than two minutes from the first call.

The assumption other patrons made was the car pulled out in front of the rider, and I heard at least one person say “So-and-so wants a motorcycle! This is exactly why he shouldn’t buy one!”

It’s easy to assume the car driver was at fault. The most common excuse is “I didn’t see him” when a bike strikes a car, and I even had a van turn across my lane just the other day. Most drivers aren’t looking for bikes, they’re looking for cars.

However, in looking closer, I got to thinking this wasn’t the full story. First, it was a big sport bike. I don’t always generalize about sport bike riders, but there’s a reason their insurance costs are much higher than those of cruiser riders. Second, there was no other traffic until the light changed a moment later, just the bike and the car. Third, there were no skid marks from a hard brake, and while many people heard the crunch of the impact, nobody heard screeching tires. Put it all together, and I guessed the guy was flying down the street so fast the person in the car didn’t see him, and he hit the car.

This morning, I found the article about the “accident.” The biker was speeding, ran a red light, and struck the car when it pulled out in front of him.

This isn’t an accident, this is a pinhead driving dangerously on a busy city street as the dinner rush is winding down. Sterling at this point is six lanes divided by a concrete median and is bordered by a huge mall, two large shopping centers, and several restaurants and businesses. You just can’t predict who is going to pull out of where.

Want to stay safe on a motorcycle? It’s pretty easy: don’t drive like an idiot.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

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