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On my last rail trip, it was such a nice day after a recent below zero cold snap that someone had brought up that they had seen a biker on the way to work. One of the guys in the departing yard office began relating a story about an accident to which he had responded. He serves as part of the rural fire department and is sometimes called if there is any rescue involved.
This one was about a day last year in February where the weather had unseasonably warmed which immediately draws out early bikers. A crash on a fully bagged Road King had left the biker still sitting on the bike which was now tipped over on his leg and warranted rescue. It was rather amazing that he was still on the bike since it appeared that it had endo-ed several times with him still hanging on.
I guess when a man has that sort of money invested in a toy, he wants to try to still try to "save it" right up to the last second.
The gentleman had merely driven straight off a gentle curve in the road, just as though it wasn't even there. As they were picking up debris that had fallen out of the broken bags and his pocket (including his wallet), they came across a bag of goodies and paraphernalia. The attending patrolman immediately stated that he would take charge of that.
When asked what happened, in light of the find, the gentleman stated matter-of-factly that it was a gorgeous day so he though he would smoke a little meth and go for a ride.
According to the story-teller, the meth apparently didn't help the pain. The "Darwin" rider had a broken hip.
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