Timmy's Wheelchair Got Jacked

Motorcycle.com Staff
by Motorcycle.com Staff
Holy schniekies! My second day in L.A., and I have my first accident. I suppose I could ***** and moan about my bad luck, but given the circumstances, I think I can learn some very good lessons from this little incident...

I had just finished my first day of working (should I even call it that?) @ MO, and having learned of what I might be doing, and already started on a list of assignments, I was feeling pretty good. On top of the world, you might say, especially since I had been (responsibly) enjoying my newfound lane-splitting freedom all day, this being something that gets you lots of "how could you just trample my feelings and insult my mother like that?" glares along with the odd ticket back in good ol' KC. So I make like a banana up to the front of the line at the 190th and Normandie intersection, and in my youthful stupidity, take off the second the light turns green, putting me and my trusty SVS right in the path of a woman trying to run a red light. With the bumper of her Chevy cav headed right for me, I turned my head, said something I shouldn't have, then proceded to grab a big ol' handful of tokico squeezer. Well, it wasn't quite enough, and that bumper popped my bike right in the left fork and lower fairing. I got bucked off the bike, and fortunately had slowed down enough for the bumper to miss my leg. Then I made a mistake. I jumped up, and, adrenaline pumping, walked up to the lady's passenger door and screamed through the glass with my helmet on, "RED LIIIIIGHT!" After I picked my bike up, the lady got out of her car to see if I was alright, and I apologized for losing my temper and yelling at her.

Now, in the heat of the moment, this might have seemed like a reasonable outburst, but in non-whitetrashrospect, it was not the thing to do in such a situation. Thankfully I calmed down and made a concerted effort to be polite and reasonable with the woman for rest of our encounter, which involved rolling our vehicles into the corner gas station and exchanging information, and we parted in good cheer. I got thinking, however, on my ride back (apart from a snapped rear brake pedal, bent footpeg mount, and jacked exhaust collector and can, the bike was rideable) what the outcome might have been had I stayed upset and not apologized for my outburst.

As far as I can guess, had I not apologized and been cordial and understanding with the woman, she likely would've become defensive, which only complicates and delays the negotiating process. I tried to make her understand that I realized that accidents happen, she obviously didn't mean to do it, and that though it was an obvious total-fault case on her part, I would try and make the repairs as cheap as possible for her. This likely made her more cooperative in the future, and less likely to try and pin any fault on me in a police report or ugly court visit.

The other thing I learned is to always look before you take off from a green light, don't ever take for granted that everybody else is doing what they're supposed to.

So, little Timmy learned that treating others like you would want to be treated (even when its hard) always pays off, and to never trust anyone, at least while on a bike (or wheelchair).

Keep your feet on the pegs and your head in the game, -Timmy
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