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sonjajadeMy Uncle David was in Hardin county riding today (beautiful weather for it) and because he didn't wear a helmet, he was killed instantly. My sister wrote me a message on facebook with the details, I copied and pasted them here:
David was in the left lane and there was a big truck next to him in the right lane. There was an intersection in front of him. There was a guy getting ready to go through that intersection as the truck was making a right hand turn. Because the truck was so big, the guy didn't see David beside him and proceeded to go through the intersection. When he did he saw David and David saw him and tried slamming the brakes and laying the bike down. He had nowhere to go. He clipped the back tire of the car that was going through the intersection causing his bike to flip. The back of Davids head hit right where the front door meets the windshield. It killed him instantly. When the emts got there they tried to revive him but his eyes were already fixed and dilated.
He would've been 60 this December. I remember him being very funny, very kind and friendly, not so bright at reading and writing but a whiz with cars and manual labor. When I was a kid, he worked 3rd shift at the shell station not far from us, and in the summer he would bring me and my sister each a roll of Rolos and Sweetarts. He always drank a little too much at family reunions and cookouts, well at least he did until he decided to stop. He was once married to a woman named Zelda, and though he never had any children of his own, he was good with kids. He was a very sweet person who is going to be missed.
The moral of this story is to always wear a damn helmet when you're on a motorcycle. No sense in making a tragic accident even worse by dying because of senselessness.
David was in the left lane and there was a big truck next to him in the right lane. There was an intersection in front of him. There was a guy getting ready to go through that intersection as the truck was making a right hand turn. Because the truck was so big, the guy didn't see David beside him and proceeded to go through the intersection. When he did he saw David and David saw him and tried slamming the brakes and laying the bike down. He had nowhere to go. He clipped the back tire of the car that was going through the intersection causing his bike to flip. The back of Davids head hit right where the front door meets the windshield. It killed him instantly. When the emts got there they tried to revive him but his eyes were already fixed and dilated.
He would've been 60 this December. I remember him being very funny, very kind and friendly, not so bright at reading and writing but a whiz with cars and manual labor. When I was a kid, he worked 3rd shift at the shell station not far from us, and in the summer he would bring me and my sister each a roll of Rolos and Sweetarts. He always drank a little too much at family reunions and cookouts, well at least he did until he decided to stop. He was once married to a woman named Zelda, and though he never had any children of his own, he was good with kids. He was a very sweet person who is going to be missed.
The moral of this story is to always wear a damn helmet when you're on a motorcycle. No sense in making a tragic accident even worse by dying because of senselessness.
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