|Dedicated to the women who RIDE THEIR OWN motorcycles|
All my life I have been around bikes. My Dad wanted boys but he got 2 girls instead. It stood to reason that I would marry a man that loved to ride. In April of 2004 he decided that I need to take the class and learn to drive my own bike. When I passed with flying colors we discussed that the next spring we would buy my first bike. The next spring never came for him. On Oct. 3,2004 He decided to take my youngest daughter whom was 11 at the time for a ride. A man pulled out in front of them and just stopped.
My husband was going 70mph and was unable to avoid the crash. He died 3 hours later in surgery. He was never aware of what happened to him so they tell me I never got to see him before he died. My daughter was air lifted
2 hours away to another hospital where they did emergency surgery to save her life. They tell me she died twice on the way there. She was in a coma for 2 weeks. The hardest thing to do was to tell her that her daddy had died and she didn't get to bury him. She lived in a hospital bed for 10 months in my living room and has had 9 surgeries to save her legs. She is now a beautiful 16 year old pole-vaulter.
I bought my bike in March of 2005 upon her request. She still loves to ride even through all the pain and anguish she has gone through. We are always taking trips and she sits behind me with the biggest smile on her face. She has already decided that when she turns 18 she is getting her own bike. If anyone has biking in their blood its her. She is my hero. I want to enclose the poem that my oldest daughter wrote the night of the accident while we were sitting in the surgery waiting area... This was in my husbands pamphlet they handed out at the funeral...
Today I don't ride alone. I have a great boyfriend that rides too and we have a great time with our kids on the back of our bikes. I know that my husband would be smiling down on me and telling me "Good Girl I'm so proud."
Remember to live life to the fullest and never make your last words be those of anger or filled with hateful things cause you never know when they will be your last.
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