James Larue WR 115
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 paramedics started asking where the pain was and what happened. They then started cutting into my pants and shoes in order to reach my broken leg and put me in a neck stabilizer to prevent me from moving my neck. They believed that I had broken my neck and had possible brain damage. They then put me onto a gurney and tied me down securely before loading me into the ambulance. While this was all happening, the evil lady that had hit me was in a torrent of emotions about the condition I was in. The police officers then continued to interrogate her about the cause of the accident. She told them that she drove through the intersection and tried to gun it to miss me, and that I had been driving at a high rate of speed to collide with her. Once they put me into the ambulance, the paramedics continued to secure me and started me on an IV (intravenous) of liquid morphine. They then drove me quickly to the ER at Riverbend Hospital. Once I was in, they quickly tried to transfer me to a regular hospital bed, and I started to scream bloody murder from the agonizing pain while they were moving my leg. While still being in the neck stabilizer, they tried to put my leg back together by means of pulling it back into alignment. Once it was straight, they laid it on the bed. In the meantime, they were giving me the painkillers Dilaudid and Morphine. Then my brother burst into the room to see if I was ok. I started yelling at him because of the pain I was in, and he walked over to my side to comfort me by holding my hand. Shortly after that, my parents arrived to see how I was doing and to comfort me. Shortly after that, police officer came to talk to me about the accident. She started to ask me simple questions, such as if I had insurance on my motorcycle. I replied saying that I had taken the insurance off the motorcycle the day prior to the accident, because I was selling my motorcycle the very next day. Since I had taken off the insurance, I was charged with failing to insure a...
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