I started riding in 1994. First bike was a “Fatboy”, and at one point, I thought I would need a bigger engine to pull all the chrome I had added on.
That freedom from a bike can only be explained by riding a bike. And I didn’t even start riding for a thrill, although I confess it did play a role. I wanted something to share with my son. So, I bought a couple Softails, and my son and I headed out to the South Dakota – Wyoming boarder. Our goal was to make it to Sturgis and see the sites, and ride, ride, ride. I-80 is remarkable for nothing else if not for the way it was laid out, heading directly west into the setting summer sun. With cornfields on both sides of the highway for endless miles and crop dusters swooping in, and of course the fertilizer, it seemed to never end. Monkey Butt? Of Course! And we were saved only by an Air-Rider cushion.
We went as far as Devil’s Tower, came back and saw the Crazy Horse Monument, rode through the Little Big Horn, the Badlands, and then south for a Kansas City steak and the trip home, routed through Missouri to seem my daughter. And it became one of the most memorable trips for me and my son. The trip there was hard, and I learned the hard way, that that sort of trip is not well-suited to a Softail; I needed a touring bike. So, I parted with the Fatboy, and picked out a Street Glide; Rhinehart pipes, more chrome and more “investment” that I would never see back. Another trip down to the Dragon’s Tail along the Blue Ridge Parkway, down to Ashville to see the Biltmore, almost to Tennessee.
On that trip, I realized, I needed a bigger bike still. On to a Triumph Rocket Touring III; in-line 3-cylinder, water-cooled, largest production engine made in the world with tremendous torque and acceleration with a glove-smooth ride. Now that is a ride.
But while I have such great memories and pride in riding, I understand the dangers all too well. I have laid my bike down and that was my fault, and I accept that and the steel that still resides in my ankle, even a great lawyer couldn’t help me there. But the greatest dangers to bikers are seldom the biker’s fault; it comes from drivers turning left in front of you, and from behind from those not paying attention or texting, or from those who aren’t looking for you. I have handled cases for bikers wiped out by drunk drivers, for bikers critically injured by a driver who entered the road even though he couldn’t see around a car that was blocking his view, and even for a biker who wasn’t driving fast enough for the trucker behind her when the trucker decided to give her a “nudge” to let her know how he felt.
Injuries on a bike are always difficult to rehabilitate from no matter what your protective gear is, and sometimes, there may be no coming back to pre-accident health. But when you need help, I know what how to get you the medical care you need, answer the coverage questions, and how to get the most compensation for your injury. I work with leading orthopedic and neurosurgeons, neurologists, head injury specialists, so you can accelerate the pace of your recovery. I tell my clients, you work on getting better, I’ll take care of the rest.