I am not in love with motorcycles. Many years ago when driving on the trans canada highway in Banff National Park, two bikes passed us. The car ahead of us suddenly veered right across the highway to get to the gift shop. It was an awful sight. The car clipped the backs of both bikes and the drivers went rolling down the highway like logs. But I know perfectly reasonable people drive motorcycles safely for years. Jose in Bethesda drives a bike as does Bryan in Nova Scotia. And our friends Freddie and Phyllis have driven a bike for years with no accidents.
But now, through no fault of themselves, they were in an accident in Florida. Three cars and they were involved. The last car hit the car ahead, who hit the car ahead who hit the third car. finally hitting their bike. The bike was a total loss and they were both knocked off their bike. Fortunately, no other vehicle hit them when they were lying on the pavement. No broken bones. Just lots of bruising and one twisted ankle. Freddie is a careful driver and they wear protective clothes. They always wear helmets and boots along with leather pants and leather jackets. They were protected. from the road
My problem with motorcycles is that even if you are careful, other vehicles can hit you and you have no protection. In a car or truck, there is space between you and whatever hit you. I will be interested to know if Freddie and Phyllis buy another bike. They do love their motorcycle trips both in Florida, Switzerland and Maryland so it is my guess they will drive again. But I always think that driving a motorcycle is dangerous and wish my friends would sty in their cars. But I am an old lady.
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