My mom and dad were really into the bikes before I was born.
One day, in August of 1993, they were riding around and got into a really bad accident.
They were going around a turn, when the kick stand went down.
Causing them to crash.
My mom was fine for the most part. A couple bruises and a broken hip.
She had to use a walker for quite a while.
My dad on the other hand, had a severed artery. One that led to his heart.
There was really nothing anyone could do. I mean they tried.
But in the end, he bled out.
I'm not sure if he died on the road, in an ambulance, or at the hospital.
That's all I really know.
My mom found out she was pregnant with me after she got all her treatments.
So as a fetus, I received a LOT of radiation treatment.
I'm actually quite lucky that I'm even alive today.
But that's the story.
That's why I'm afraid of motorcycles.
I can be around them, but I just cannot get on one.
I can't bring myself to do it.
If you want to know anymore or anything, just email me.
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