Seat belt laws.
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Reason to wear a helmet, it would have been much worse if he hadnt had his helmet on. The helmet cracked BTW.
My brothers fun time on a bike.
My brothers fun time on a bike.
I wont wear one just because its a law. I wear them in rough terrain, but there are no cops there. Just the idea of being told to or else makes me not want to comply. I have seen accidents where people died who probably would have lived had they been belted in. I know it is safer to wear one but I dont really care. I dont need government protection in this arena either.
i dont, i wont, i dont know why, i just hate being strapped in. There is no logical reason for my feelings. If i get stopped i grab it fast, never had a ticket for a seatbelt offence. Still feel it should be my choice. Mom wears hers and so does Hyia. Mom has quit asking me to do so. I just..dont. This is gonna sound even stupider, but if there is a wreck and i would have to have operations, i would just as soon pass. I have had enough of that.
The story in his own words.
"approaching that T-intersection on Wells, in between North and Division, and at the stop sign there was another car turning right. One of my huge pet-peeves is when cars give up their right of way to a bicyclist. Understandable that they do since so many bikers completely ignore the right of way rules and blow through stop signs. So I started braking with my left hand and waving her through with my right. My front brake sometimes shakes my wheel, and gets more shaky the harder I brake. I completely lost control and literally landed face first. Hard.
I remember the exact moment I knew I was going over. It's really cool when adrenaline and instincts kick in. You don't think, just react. I don't really recall the pain, though, the impact is very vivid. I remember seeing blood dripping off my face onto the pavement, the little drops collecting on the blacktop.
As I was picking myself up, a woman helped me to the curb. My head was ringing like a church bell. I had no idea the extent of my injuries, I was in a little bit of shock. My face hurt, that's all I knew. In my mind, I was just a little dinged up and was going to go into work. Patti, the name she gave me, said "uh, no you aren't," and that I'd need to get stitched up. She hailed me a cab.
Luckily this was right in front of Village Cycle Center, and Jesus ("hey-soos", dorks) came out and gave me a claim check and they held on to my bike while I went with Patti in the cab to the emergency room. 3 hours, 4 X-rays, two CAT scans, and six stitches in my upperlip later, I was released with no major injuries except my pride.
I did go into work, but couldn't concentrate on anything cause I was having to explain what happened to so many people, so I just left an hour or so later.
I rode into work today. Get back on that horse, man."
"approaching that T-intersection on Wells, in between North and Division, and at the stop sign there was another car turning right. One of my huge pet-peeves is when cars give up their right of way to a bicyclist. Understandable that they do since so many bikers completely ignore the right of way rules and blow through stop signs. So I started braking with my left hand and waving her through with my right. My front brake sometimes shakes my wheel, and gets more shaky the harder I brake. I completely lost control and literally landed face first. Hard.
I remember the exact moment I knew I was going over. It's really cool when adrenaline and instincts kick in. You don't think, just react. I don't really recall the pain, though, the impact is very vivid. I remember seeing blood dripping off my face onto the pavement, the little drops collecting on the blacktop.
As I was picking myself up, a woman helped me to the curb. My head was ringing like a church bell. I had no idea the extent of my injuries, I was in a little bit of shock. My face hurt, that's all I knew. In my mind, I was just a little dinged up and was going to go into work. Patti, the name she gave me, said "uh, no you aren't," and that I'd need to get stitched up. She hailed me a cab.
Luckily this was right in front of Village Cycle Center, and Jesus ("hey-soos", dorks) came out and gave me a claim check and they held on to my bike while I went with Patti in the cab to the emergency room. 3 hours, 4 X-rays, two CAT scans, and six stitches in my upperlip later, I was released with no major injuries except my pride.
I did go into work, but couldn't concentrate on anything cause I was having to explain what happened to so many people, so I just left an hour or so later.
I rode into work today. Get back on that horse, man."
I hate to disagree Grammy, it depends on the cars involved. If it was another van or a fullsize truck that Tboned me on the drivers side and not a Toyota Camry I would be singing a different tune. With the speed the Camry hit the van I would have popped out of my seat losing control of the van I was in.