One of my coworkers died July 3 in a motorcycle crash. This was an inevitable occurrence, the way I see it. The people in my section have been buying them like they’re going out of style- by my count, 12 people out of 60 have motorcycles, most of them getting them in the past year.
I was commenting to some of my other coworkers following the latest group purchase (three people bought them in the same week), that it was simply a matter of time before someone ended up as a smear on the road.
You know, out of all the things that I could have been wrong about, I wish it had been this. I mean, it’s not like nobody could see this coming or anything. It was a statistical certainty. The only question was who it was going to be. Now I know, and now I have a funeral to go to on Friday.
I hope this causes some of the other people in my section to rethink their purchases. I don’t want to go to any more funerals or plan any more visits to hospitals (one of our flight docs is still in the hospital from 3 months ago after he left most of himself on the road).
Who am I fooling? I might as well just keep the dress uniform ready to go. This won’t be the last. And for what? To be cool? Becuase it’s fun? I don’t think Don is having any fun right now, and his girlfriend (also from my section) is positively crushed. There’s nothing cool about motorcycles. My wife calls them “donorcycles”. At this point I’m inclined to agree.
So go have fun, motorcycle owners. Be cool. Do whatever. Make yourself a stain on the road. Have at it. I hope whatever it is that you get out of riding is worth it to you. I promise I’ll try to make your funeral.