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Jul. 12th, 2008 02:04 pmHOLY CRAP.
At Hour 5 or 6 on our trek to the beach, we witnessed a truly spectacular car wreck.
I was reading in the back seat when I heard this horrible loud mechanical whine, which I thought was something wrong with the car. Then, a man on a crotch rocket just tore by, so fast and so loud that I actually jumped. About a second and a half later, he slammed into the back of a little truck that was pulling across the lane. The motorcycle just disintegrated and we watched the poor man’s body fly through the air and bounce down the road. Of course, we all screamed. Well, maybe Dad didn’t, but the rest of us did. And then we pulled up and ran to help him if we could.
God was looking out for him. As fast as he was going, with no helmet on, and dressed in just shorts, t-shirt, sneakers, I was expecting him to be dead. But he crawled off the road and collapsed on the side by the time we got to him. He was missing a lot of skin. It makes my tummy crawl just to type that. One leg was definitely broken. The other one probably was. He was bloody, and had some extra joints, but was conscious and talking, and we scrambled for towels to let him lay on and cover him with.
The shoulder was mostly dirt, brown broken glass, and we soon found, fire ant hills. It was also, very, very hot. South Carolina in July is no time to be laying in an ant hill with road rash. However, we were being watched over, because directly behind us was a van with a firefighter EMT and three trauma nurses. They had missed an exit a few miles back and were looking for a place to turn when the accident happened. So they were on the scene and taking charge just a moment after we were, thank goodness.
It was only then, that I thought to look back to see what was left of the motorcycle. That’s when I saw that the truck had been hit so hard it had rolled and spun on its side into the other lane. The traffic on that side had stopped to help the man inside it. I couldn’t believe that whining little motorcycle could hit a truck hard enough to toss it like that. He must have been flying…
Luckily, the other driver was al lright except for some cuts from broken glass, but when the ambulance arrived, they called in a helicopter. It landed right in the road in front of us to get the motorcycle driver.
Gah, very stressful. My stomach’s still shaky. But we are now safely at the beach.
At Hour 5 or 6 on our trek to the beach, we witnessed a truly spectacular car wreck.
I was reading in the back seat when I heard this horrible loud mechanical whine, which I thought was something wrong with the car. Then, a man on a crotch rocket just tore by, so fast and so loud that I actually jumped. About a second and a half later, he slammed into the back of a little truck that was pulling across the lane. The motorcycle just disintegrated and we watched the poor man’s body fly through the air and bounce down the road. Of course, we all screamed. Well, maybe Dad didn’t, but the rest of us did. And then we pulled up and ran to help him if we could.
God was looking out for him. As fast as he was going, with no helmet on, and dressed in just shorts, t-shirt, sneakers, I was expecting him to be dead. But he crawled off the road and collapsed on the side by the time we got to him. He was missing a lot of skin. It makes my tummy crawl just to type that. One leg was definitely broken. The other one probably was. He was bloody, and had some extra joints, but was conscious and talking, and we scrambled for towels to let him lay on and cover him with.
The shoulder was mostly dirt, brown broken glass, and we soon found, fire ant hills. It was also, very, very hot. South Carolina in July is no time to be laying in an ant hill with road rash. However, we were being watched over, because directly behind us was a van with a firefighter EMT and three trauma nurses. They had missed an exit a few miles back and were looking for a place to turn when the accident happened. So they were on the scene and taking charge just a moment after we were, thank goodness.
It was only then, that I thought to look back to see what was left of the motorcycle. That’s when I saw that the truck had been hit so hard it had rolled and spun on its side into the other lane. The traffic on that side had stopped to help the man inside it. I couldn’t believe that whining little motorcycle could hit a truck hard enough to toss it like that. He must have been flying…
Luckily, the other driver was al lright except for some cuts from broken glass, but when the ambulance arrived, they called in a helicopter. It landed right in the road in front of us to get the motorcycle driver.
Gah, very stressful. My stomach’s still shaky. But we are now safely at the beach.
