Motorcycle Accidents in the Boise Foothills
Today, we have a harrowing personal account of one motorcyclist who survived a severe motorcycle accident. Check out their story below, and drive safe, even if you don’t see any motorcycles—you may not see them until the worst has happened.
I’ve been a motorcycle enthusiast most of my life. I mean, when you grow up somewhere like Boise, how could you resist? Sure, I know, Boise isn’t exactly known for being a wild place, but the natural landscape is gorgeous. There are hills, long stretches of road leading through natural wonderlands, and a low population density. I thought that might keep me safe.
I wish I could say it did. Unfortunately, I found out the hard way that, no matter how quiet the roads are, accidents can happen.
I had taken a ride through a national park, just enjoying a day out with the wind in my hair—well, alright, the wind on my helmet—and an unfiltered look at the sights around me. I was paying attention, of course, and in fact, I was on my way home. That’s when everything went black.
I don’t remember the accident, but thankfully, there were witnesses. One driver said I was cruising along in my lane when another driver swerved to miss a rabbit, thinking the next lane was clear. They didn’t see me until they’d struck me, and I was rolling across the pavement.
First of all, I’m lucky enough to have been wearing a leather jacket—I just wish I’d thought to wear gloves. The jacket is pretty much ruined, but it saved me from some severe friction burn. My hands took the brunt of it, and let me tell you, it’s painful. Imagine having a burn on your hands, but from little pebbles and bits of debris. Don’t worry, I won’t go into any more detail, but I don’t want to sugarcoat what happened to me, either.
Frankly, it could haunt me for the rest of my life. One arm was broken pretty badly, and I lost my left leg below the knee to the accident. It’s been a serious trial to get used to the prosthetic, the physical therapy, and the lifestyle changes I’ve had to make because of the accident.
Of course, I know I’m one of the lucky ones. Someone could have just not seen me, and I could have lost a lot more than a leg. But I joined the Look Twice movement for people like me. If that driver had looked twice, they may have been able to prevent my Boise motorcycle accident and protected my health and safety.
Now, I haven’t ridden a motorcycle since my accident—it’s hard to keep balance now, and I happen to like my other leg. But I still want to help other bikers who may not have had it as rough as I did. If I can keep one more motorcyclist safe and happy on these beautiful back roads? Well, I’ll count that as a victory all around.
Do you have a motorcycle accident story of your own? While we share more than stories, we’re excited to share personal accounts from those ready to talk about their accident and how they’ve learned to cope with the losses they suffered.