A very dear friend of mine was killed by an 84 year old woman. He was riding his motorcycle and has just finished passing someone and got into the right hand lane. She was leaving the hospital and pulled out right in front of him.
To watch it on the news was so painful. The DOT guy made it sound like he was an *** who got what was coming to him. Not possible that she shouldn't have been driving and ending a 25 year old life.
The day it happened my brother (his roommate and best friend) came home from work and was curious where Jared was. He got on his bike and cruised around looking for him. When he hit Stark St and saw it closed off with ambulances and police he didn't think much and went home. My dad lives next door to him and was waiting when he got home. Travis went nuts screaming, "Where is Jared!?" My dad took him to the hospital where he worked and Jared was. His internal bleeding was so bad he stood no chance.
It made me sick. Every time Travis came to visit and snowboard I waited for Jared to come in the door with him. He was like a brother to me, and I miss him.
My grandma was about 65 or so when she died of diabetes complications. When she went for her dialysis treatments she took the bus that Tri-Met provided for the elderly. She was perfectly capable of driving but saw it best to take the bus. I just wonder why that woman couldn't have? 80 friggin 4. Her pride, and freedom were not worth such a young life being taken.
The most sickening part of the story is that Jared had two step siblings that he loved to bits. When he and my brother got street bikes they took out life insurance policies. Jared's was intended to put his step siblings to college. His mom used it to buy herself a new Lexus. UGH!
"True, but if you throw your panties into the middle of the peloton, someone's likely to get hurt."