Found out this morning that my cousin was killed on the way to work. He was riding his motorcycle and someone pulled out in front of him. It may not have been too bad but Arkansas doesn't have a helmet law. Fom what I was told he was killed instantly. I can only hope so.
And to top it off my brother has bought a motorcycle. Never really thought he would, but guess he had to keep up with his brother in law who rides. Thankfully he lives in Mississippi, and they have a helmet law. I just hope that he gets this out of his system before something happens. He has two cute kids that need their daddy. I saw way too much carnage from motorcycles when I worked trauma at THE MED in Memphis. Don't want to see him there.
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Jim
Uncle Jerry here.
A helmet wouldn't have done Brian any good. Your Aunt Debby and I were among the first on the scene. The accident happened very, VERY close to our home.
I won't go into details.
I used to ride Motorcycles, your Dad did. They're fun. You can't describe the feeling of riding one.
But in reality, you're only caught up in an illusion.
There's only two kinds of Motorcycles. The one you ride, and the one you get killed on.
Hey Uncle Jerry, Thanks for dropping in. Yeah I know that a helmet probably wouldn't have made a difference. From what Mom said it happened almost in y'alls front yard. I just hope that Rob gets it out of his system before he has ANY type of accident.
So sorry for your loss. He was doing what he loved when he went though. I love to ride, most of the time I don't wear a helmet either...it's a choice... don't see that they'd help alot. Most people just don't pay enough attention to bikes out there. I'll say a little prayer for you and his family.
Unc Jerry again
Re: the statements below.
"I just hope that Rob gets it out of his system before he has ANY type of accident."
"I love to ride, most of the time I don't wear a helmet either...it's a choice..."
Jim, I touched on the subject with Rob, but I knew it was falling on deaf ears.
I rode motorcycles as a teen, AND adult. I was nearly killed as a teen on one. A car turned right in front of me from the opposing lane.
I had no time to veer one way or another. Couldn't lay the bike down. There was nothing I could do to avoid it. I distinctly remembering just before impact saying ,"OH SHIT!", and then everything went black.
in the micro seconds of the two vehicles being jammed together, my front wheel became wedged between the car's rear tire and wheel well.
Because the car was still in motion, it caused the front forks to spin in the direction the car was going. I of course, was impaled on the handle bars.(as I said, all this is happening in fleeting seconds.) My forward and upward momentum actually broke the handlebars loose from the forks. That in itself is a miracle, other wise I would have been completely gutted as I became airborne, and my entrails pulled from my abdomen.
As I said, I went black on impact. When I awoke, I was Superman. High in the air looking down as I passed over cars on the road beneath me.
I blacked out again.
When I came to once more, I was far from the crash site, lying on the road, in the worst possible pain coming from everywhere.
I won't go into more details other than to say I was in the hospital a looong time.
Even after this experience, later in life after your aunt and I married, I bought a Honda and rode it for quite some time, she and I both had some very narrow escapes.
It seems like wisdom doesn't kick in with the human species until you hit a later point in life. I'd never get on one now.
Trying to talk to people who ride motorcycles is just like talking to a chain smoker. You know if they don't quit, what the odds are for developing emphysema and lung Cancer, but they're not going to listen.
One more thing. There was a nurse driving a van behind Brian when the accident happened. She is a motorcycle rider, and normally rode her bike to work.
That morning, she had taken her van instead.
If not for that, there would have been two motorcycle deaths that morning, as you said, "...it happened almost in y'alls front yard."
News
Wooden, inscribed cross honors man killed in crash
By RYAN RIORDAN
ryan.p.riordan@gmail.com
Chris Harrison spent the night with his brother, Brian, on Sept. 10.
Brian Harrison's last words to his brother before leaving the following morning were “later,” the common expression the two used to say good-bye.
It was the last time the two would ever speak.
Brian Harrison, 28, was killed in a motorcycle wreck on Highway 64 early on that morning when he collided with a 2006 Dodge vehicle.
After the wreck, Chris Harrison had to be held back by six people because they didn't want him to see his brother's body.
The two brothers were close. They liked to go deer and arrowhead hunting together. They would talk to each other on their cell phones daily.
So after the wreck, Chris Harrison decided to make a cross to honor his brother in the farm land next to the highway where the where occurred.
The farm land is owned by a man who lived in Germany, but was rented by someone in town. Jana Harrison, Brian and Chris' mother, contacted the local man, who in turn contacted the man living in Germany.
The owner had no problem letting the family put a cross on the land.
So Chris Harrison worked on it for two weeks. The supplies were provided by Brian Harrison's boss, James Portain. And one of Brian Harrison's best friends, Jimmy Stovall, helped to build the fence around the bottom of the cross.
On Nov. 3, Brian Harrison's birthday, fifteen friends and family members gathered to unveil the cross and remember his life.
The cross has Brian K. Harrison down the front of the vertical part of the cross, with his birthday and day of his death on the horizontal part.
The sides are also engraved. The one side has “later” engraved. The other side has “do something” engraved. This referred to his answering machine message that his wife, Dana, still uses. It said, “you called, so do something,” which Chris Harrison always responded to by saying, “I did do something. I called.”
At the ceremony, many of those who attended placed a single rose in the ground surrounding the cross.
Jana Harrison read in a magazine that one rose means “I love you.”
She got a dozen roses and cut them individually, so each person who placed a rose at the bottom of the cross would be saying “I love you” to her son.
“Brian was just one of those people who everyone loved,” Jana Harrison said. “At his vigil, people waited outside in line for 2.5 hours to see Brian. I didn't think it would ever end.”
He will missed by many, including his wife and their son, Eugene, who will be 8 in December.
Jana Harrison said Eugene was Brian Harrison's life. Recently, Brian Harrison and a bunch of other parents had helped to form a 7-year-old all-star baseball team which Eugene played for.
Jana Harrison said that before, all-star teams started at the age of 8. However, Brian Harrison worked hard with others and took donations to set up the team for his son.
The 7-year-old team beat the 8-year-old team.
“He was an great husband, excellent father, excellent son, and the best friend anyone could ask for,” Stovall said.
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