This is where it all started, the one night that changed it all. It was a normal night after getting off of work (at a restaurant) for about two hours. I normally work late, so I just had a late dinner and was getting ready for bed. Then I get a phone call from my manager saying they can’t find the keys that unlock all of the doors, so everyone that worked that night has to come back to help find them. So I put my clothes back on, strap on my riding jacket and head back to work. By the time I get there they had already been found and she says I can go home. What a waste of time right? I’m now tired and ready to go back home to go to sleep so I walk out to my bike, forgetting my riding jacket inside and start the engine. Then I start talking to a couple of co-workers about possibly going riding the next day. One of them says to me when we leave you should do a wheelie, and I say okay I’ve done them 100 times before. I hop on my Yamaha r6 and get ready to ride off.
As I leave the parking lot I think about doing a wheelie right out front, but then I decide against it because there was no room with a turn coming up. Now I did have my RPM’s up in case I wanted to pop it up real quick, but it was too late so I shifted into second and started to turn. I was only going about 30-35 mph and then all a sudden the back slides out around the turn. I’m not sure what happen because the next thing I know I am on the ground in more pain than I can imagine.
I remember I took my helmet off and held my ankle in the air as I could tell something was just not right. My ankle was in so much pain that I didn’t even realize how much road rash I got since I forgot my to put my jacket on as I was leaving to go back home and I was wearing shorts. It seemed like everything happened so quick because when I looked up there were tons of people standing around me, and police had just showed up. I had one kid rubbing my back and I know he was trying to make me feel better, but that’s the last thing I wanted was someone touching me lol (I mean I’m thinking what the hell is wrong with you, I’m pretty fucked up right now and you are rubbing me when I’m all scrapped up). Anyways, once the cops show up the first thing one says to me is (with a degrading attitude) “so how much have you been drinking?” I was like, oh do you want me to walk a straight line for you officer? What a dick.
Luckily all of my co-workers were around and told him I just got off work, and I wasn’t speeding or anything. They actually pointed out to the police that there was an accident in that same spot a couple hours earlier so I must have slipped on some oil or something. One of the officers that was actually concerned says “yeah I see that, right where the skid mark is from the bike”. I still haven’t seen any police report of the accident, and I wonder why that is.
My girlfriend arrived right when the ambulance did. The EMT’s took one look at my foot and did not do a thing, they didn’t want to move it, touch it or anything. They put me on the stretcher which was pretty painful since my foot was kind of disconnected from my ankle. With my girlfriend riding in the front seat we started our 40 min. ride to Bayview.