So I was on my way home from work. I pulled up to a junction going accross a dual carriageway...you know the type. The ones where bad judgements can cause accidents...
I saw a motorbike coming down lane 2 of the dual carriageway as the car two in front pulled out accross it. There was another car in front of me partially blocking my view. I'm almost glad it did...
As the biker came past in front of us it went accross my vision from right to left...only...it didn't come out the left hand side of my vision. Instead a person did with no bike. I turned down my music and stepped out the car to face the inevitable. A Fiesta was spun 180 degrees with the side completely caved in. A young lad was climbing out. Who later turned out to be fine with not a scratch somehow. A bike lay in the road with fluids spreading all over the carriageway. I sprinted accross the road straight to the biker whilst ringing 999. I lay with him for what seemed like an eternity stopping him from trying to move. His name was Uri.
We kept him conscious until paramedics came. Then fire engine. Then police, then finally the ambulance. I left the scene with them still working on him as was told to leave. I couldn't bring myself to take any photos out of respect. His limbs were intact but he had gone from 70 to 0mph so quick... it puts things in perspective. I was a biker and have had my own off...yet this one hurt me more emotionally than mine.
Uri, I hope you make it.
I saw a motorbike coming down lane 2 of the dual carriageway as the car two in front pulled out accross it. There was another car in front of me partially blocking my view. I'm almost glad it did...
As the biker came past in front of us it went accross my vision from right to left...only...it didn't come out the left hand side of my vision. Instead a person did with no bike. I turned down my music and stepped out the car to face the inevitable. A Fiesta was spun 180 degrees with the side completely caved in. A young lad was climbing out. Who later turned out to be fine with not a scratch somehow. A bike lay in the road with fluids spreading all over the carriageway. I sprinted accross the road straight to the biker whilst ringing 999. I lay with him for what seemed like an eternity stopping him from trying to move. His name was Uri.
We kept him conscious until paramedics came. Then fire engine. Then police, then finally the ambulance. I left the scene with them still working on him as was told to leave. I couldn't bring myself to take any photos out of respect. His limbs were intact but he had gone from 70 to 0mph so quick... it puts things in perspective. I was a biker and have had my own off...yet this one hurt me more emotionally than mine.
Uri, I hope you make it.