2008 Christmas Gift Crash Summary
Asynchronous Story Telling At Its Worst?
No one has gone that far… but I haven’t gone back and looked either … and its sort of come to my attention that I’ve done kind of a crap job on explaining what happened to me and PJ on Christmas Day 2008…. not a surprise … but I’ll do my best to put it in better order or update its readability.
No One Died.
It was Christmas Day Morning … and school here is open that day … and I was on my way to teach school for about an hour. Why? Because I’m an 情爱爸爸 – loosely translated as a parent volunteer … but the Chinese is much more honorific; it is only used for a volunteer that goes so often all the kids know and like you … and remember you…. and the Chinese 情 qing means (roughly) dear, feeling, affectionate 爱 ai (pronounced like not I in English) is the word for love 爸爸 ba ba means father…. So I go often enough that all 32 students in PJ’s class knows me and has fun when I go. I usually teach some esoteric thing in English…. ALWAYS by playing games. It’s cool, it’s 45 minutes, and it’s 1x per month. And the kids think PJ’s dad is super cool and therefore they seem to treat him better for that!
A certain Mr. Chen, who shall go nameless (or further so, as Chen is like Smith here), decided to pull out of a tiny alley without looking and drive the wrong way against traffic in my lane waiting for an opening in his lane.
And watching him pull out … and having been riding motorcycles for over 25 years … I was presented with a(n easy) choice:
- Gas it & radically swerve and miss the car. Seeing as we were on my 158 horse power, 1000cc Yamaha FZ-1, PJ would have been ejected off of the back of the bike sometime during the swerve… meaning directly in front of the idiot Mr. Chen who was in MY lane and coming towards me.
- Hit the brakes and lean and try to cut an arc. If you’ve ever ridden you know that nothing – especially a heavy motocycle wants to turn while hard on the brakes. The VALUE is that your passenger is CRUSHED INTO YOU and doesn’t fall of. So choice one – EJECTING PJ – was not a choice.
Finally, Parker Jr. He saw my left leg as it spelled an “S” on the street…. as I had two Open Fractures (Thigh, & Tib/fib; meaning the bone sticks through your pants) and 1 partially open fractured foot. Blood was quite in evidence. I was conscious and ordered him to walk away and not look BEFORE calling 911.
It was Christmas to never forget.
For the first post … the easiest way is click here – I’m using the CALENDAR function as the first post was Dec 28 2008.
If you’re addicted, the easiest way to read the whole story – cause your bored at work – is click here…
Then just if this is months from now, scroll (Next Page / Previous Page) towards the right date.
For example, if it says Sorry, there is no post to display… just hit previous page. The first posting is on 12/28/08.