He came down on his helmet and brain chunks spilled across US 50 about a block West of the Iwo Jima Memorial area.
Helmets don't work under such conditions, obviously.
The same day a buddy of mine (Jerry Coffee) was out on Sully Road traveling North and a gal in a telephone truck swerved over into his lane and hit him headon. He lived.
That evening another friend was on his bike heading North up I-95 about Landmark. Gal driving a car in front of him suddenly slammed on her brakes when her hood came loose and smacked into her windshield. He smacked into the rear of her car and came through the broken windshield. By that time, of course, he was in several pieces.
I gave up riding motorcycles the next day.
I don't blame you. I have told my children to take care of their bodies and have a healthy lifestyle. But the older I get, the more I want from life. At 16 I was scared to skydive, but when I reach 60 (10 years hence)I will, God willing, do just that. The older I get, the more risks I feel allowed. I would rather die on my motorcycle than die of old age in a nursing home - if I have a choice. I don't have a deathwish, I have a lifewish - to live it fully.