Join Date: Jun 2011
Location: Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
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Here's what happened on my last group ride before I shipped to Riyadh .... .. .
Mid Feruary 2009: It is a beautiful Sunday & I'm riding with 3 friends, one of whom was the Service Manager @ Honda of Houston NW. We were filling up on gas at the corner of 290 & FM 362, just outside the NW suburbs of Houston, when we saw about 20 odd riders on Sportbikes. All the guys were Black & had the same kind of leather jackets with their MC club logo on them. We headed North on 362, barely a minute after them. Just a few short miles down, right after a sharp lefthander, we saw all of those bikes parked by the side of the road. Except one, off on the grass. This was on a 2 lane country road. As I pulled up behind my buddies to help, I kept saying no, no, oh no ! & young CJ saw the expression on my face. Don't worry & hang in there, Doc, he said to me or something to that effect, but it was a blur. I was focused on getting to the fallen rider. He was lying in a drainage ditch, with what appeared to be a broken left forearm, but still awake & alert. It was then I noticed his almost severed right foot that was just dangling by a thin piece of skin. There was bleeding. He kept asking me about his foot & I tried to reassure him as best I could, while I tended to him. At the same time, I noticed that one of his buddies was standing by his head, talking to someone I assumed was his wife. I told his friend to let her know that he was alive, as people will assume the worst whan they find out about a motorcycle accident. I made sure he let her know that he was "okay". Well, in a very short while, Texas DPS came by & helped me tend to him. Fifteen mins. later, the LifeFlight chopper cut thru the air & landed on the road next to us & I helped load the guy onto the helicopter.
I found out where they took him & visited him at the Texas Medical Center (Methodist Hospital), when I knew that he'd be out of the ICU. When I arrived on the Medical Floor, they had just shifted him out of Critical Care & his Mom, brother & family were waiting to go into his room. I introduced myself, at which point his Mom came over & hugged me. I had tears in my eyes, as well. The guy & his family said that if I hadn't been there, maybe he would not have made it. I told them that I had nothing to do with his survival. Only God did. I firmly believe that it was not his time to go just yet.
The interesting part of the whole story was that my friends & I waited for about 45 mins. by the side of that rider, until all was said & done. When I went to my bike to don my gear, a bunch of the injured riders' buddies came over (& they were mean looking as hell), & shook my hand, thanking me for everything we had done. And there they stood, by the side of the road, until we all disappeared into the distance. I nervously kept looking in my mirrors to see if they would follow (!), but I guess they were surprised that our Anglo-Hispanic-Middle Eastern Group was the one that stopped & rendered aid & succor.
The way I look at it, I had no other choice. And of course, I was bound by my oath as a professional, as well. I would at least expect the same from another human being.
Thanks for listening, guys. As always.
I'm thinking of writing a book, "Rambling Notes From the Road By A Rider" (!).
Take Care & Ride Safe & Friendly.
Last edited by Muhammad Atif; 12-24-2012 at 11:48 AM.