Accident

[Moozik: The Damned - Eloise]

I just got home after witnessing a horrible accident. I was sitting at an intersection waiting for the light to go green and saw a typical Harley Davidson Hells Angels biker bloke ride past. He somehow lost control of his bike, flew over the handlebars and landed on his back on the side of the road. The bike flipped end over end and amide a shower of sparks came to a standstill 20 feet away from me.

I think the exact words out of my mouth were "holy fucking shit". I drove over to the bloke, put my emergency lights on, dialed 911 and ran over to him to see if he was alright. I was so pleased when I saw him move because when I saw his head hit the ground I thought that was it. He tried to move but I told him to stay put until the ambulance arrived. To be honest, this was the first time I'd ever had to call 911 since I've lived here in the US and I was amazed at how quickly I was directed to the Police and the Fire Department.

By now a few other people who also witnessed the accident had came over. The biker bloke told me his name was Bob which was a good sign but blood was pouring out of the back of his head onto the road and I wished the bloody ambulance would show up. A firetruck arrived first and five paramedics took care of Bob before the ambulance arrived shortly thereafter.

Thinking about it, I've never actually been at the scene of this kind of accident before and I watched in absolute awe of how quickly and professionally Bob was taken care of. One of the paramedics told us that Bob was going to live but was unsure of his exact injuries at this point. He was taken to St Joseph's Hospital in Phoenix. Those of us who witnessed the accident were asked to stick around for a bit and wait for the Police to arrive.

The Police arrived minutes later and took our statements. The sergeant took my info first because I was the first on the scene. After we were all done he said we could go home but we might be called later with any further questions they may have.

Wow. I just keep seeing Bob fly over the handlebars and see his bike flipping end over end. I was so bloody scared after I saw him hit the pavement and you've no idea how pleased I was when he tried to talk to me. I don't think I'm going to forget those eyes for a long time.

Needless to say, my first phone call tomorrow will be to the hospital to see if Bob is ok.

And no. He was not wearing a helmet.