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Title says it all. What is the closest you have ever come to dying, whether it be from medical reasons, near-misses, accidents, crime, etc. I realize a rather morbid topic but it came up on another message board I go to and I was curious to what the responses would be here.
for me:
I was 21. Was home visiting my family with my first wife. My older brother had just purchased a new motorcycle and I borrowed it. It was quite a bit larger then any motorcycle I had ever been on before. But hey I was a young man who thought I could handle anything right?
The thing is my parents frontyard faced a pretty major highway with lots of big trucks racing down it at 70 mph. So my wife and my mom are sitting on the front porch, I start the motorcycle and pull out of the driveway. As I pull out a diesel tops the hill and is coming down the road at 70 mph. And since it is a much bigger bike then I was used to I really didn't have it under control. I had swung wide into the oncoming lane (the lane with the diesel!) and the motorcycle still wasn't under my control.
There is a moment on a motorcycle where you know it is going to tip on its side or you can recover. I was at that moment with a diesel coming at me at 70 mph.
Luckily I was able to pull it up and zip right into my lane and went up the road and back. Also luckily both my wife and mom were totally oblivious to how close they had come to see me being smashed/mangled/crushed under a 18 wheeler! I know the trucker saw me because I could see it in his eyes--that 'oh ****' moment right before I pulled it up and zipped into my lane. That was over 30 years ago and I can still remember it as if it was yesterday.
for me:
I was 21. Was home visiting my family with my first wife. My older brother had just purchased a new motorcycle and I borrowed it. It was quite a bit larger then any motorcycle I had ever been on before. But hey I was a young man who thought I could handle anything right?
The thing is my parents frontyard faced a pretty major highway with lots of big trucks racing down it at 70 mph. So my wife and my mom are sitting on the front porch, I start the motorcycle and pull out of the driveway. As I pull out a diesel tops the hill and is coming down the road at 70 mph. And since it is a much bigger bike then I was used to I really didn't have it under control. I had swung wide into the oncoming lane (the lane with the diesel!) and the motorcycle still wasn't under my control.
There is a moment on a motorcycle where you know it is going to tip on its side or you can recover. I was at that moment with a diesel coming at me at 70 mph.
Luckily I was able to pull it up and zip right into my lane and went up the road and back. Also luckily both my wife and mom were totally oblivious to how close they had come to see me being smashed/mangled/crushed under a 18 wheeler! I know the trucker saw me because I could see it in his eyes--that 'oh ****' moment right before I pulled it up and zipped into my lane. That was over 30 years ago and I can still remember it as if it was yesterday.