Motorcycle Crash
James Larue
WR 115
3-7-12
William
Narrative Essay
MORTORCYCLE ACCIDENT
In the summer of June 2012, I really wanted to be adventurous and decided to get a motorcycle as an expression of free will. I enjoyed riding my motorcycle so much; I would ride it every day, as often as I could, everywhere I went. I had a Honda CBR 1100cc motorcycle for three months. While riding it for thousands of miles, I went to many different places, such as the mountains of Oakridge, Oregon, the coast of Florence, through the South Eugene hills, all the way to Portland, Oregon. It was so much fun till this one fateful day. On September second, I was riding my motorcycle towards the 76 gas station on 6th Street in Eugene. When I was a few blocks from my destination, a lady in a red Grand Caravan ran a stop sign at the exact time I rode through the intersection. With my horrible luck at that moment, my life flashed before my eyes. She ran it. I tried to lean the bike towards the rear of the car to miss her, but that spawn of Satan hit reverse and I collided with her rear end. My lower torso trapped between the vehicles, I then flew right off my bike over the top of the vehicle and smashed into the middle of the intersection, my left shoulder and head taking the blunt of the impact. At that moment I noticed my left leg looked disfigured in such a way I had never seen. The lower half of my left leg was completely broken in half. I noticed that there were countless people around the accident watching to see what was going on. Several people quickly ran up to me and started holding my head still while keeping me from trying to walk on my leg. Some of them even heard the crash from a block away. Within minutes of me colliding with the van, the ambulance police officers, and the fire department were at my rescue.
While the officers were there, the
WR 115
3-7-12
William
Narrative Essay
MORTORCYCLE ACCIDENT
In the summer of June 2012, I really wanted to be adventurous and decided to get a motorcycle as an expression of free will. I enjoyed riding my motorcycle so much; I would ride it every day, as often as I could, everywhere I went. I had a Honda CBR 1100cc motorcycle for three months. While riding it for thousands of miles, I went to many different places, such as the mountains of Oakridge, Oregon, the coast of Florence, through the South Eugene hills, all the way to Portland, Oregon. It was so much fun till this one fateful day. On September second, I was riding my motorcycle towards the 76 gas station on 6th Street in Eugene. When I was a few blocks from my destination, a lady in a red Grand Caravan ran a stop sign at the exact time I rode through the intersection. With my horrible luck at that moment, my life flashed before my eyes. She ran it. I tried to lean the bike towards the rear of the car to miss her, but that spawn of Satan hit reverse and I collided with her rear end. My lower torso trapped between the vehicles, I then flew right off my bike over the top of the vehicle and smashed into the middle of the intersection, my left shoulder and head taking the blunt of the impact. At that moment I noticed my left leg looked disfigured in such a way I had never seen. The lower half of my left leg was completely broken in half. I noticed that there were countless people around the accident watching to see what was going on. Several people quickly ran up to me and started holding my head still while keeping me from trying to walk on my leg. Some of them even heard the crash from a block away. Within minutes of me colliding with the van, the ambulance police officers, and the fire department were at my rescue.
While the officers were there, the