Fairy Crash Godmother.

Tonight I wanted to head out somewhere for a coffee where I wouldn't see the usual suspects and would be able to walk sumo and do some reflecting.

The rest of this post may be a mess. I am feeling kind of emotional.

I stayed close to home and went to a Tim Horton's near by.

When I pulled into the parking lot a group of motorcycles caught my attention (I miss riding still to this day, and I am working with a new client that sells an aftermarket item that is great for bikes). I thought this would be a great opportunity to approach these guys and promote the company I am working for.

Long story short, there was a young woman in a wheelchair talking to the group. I had one of the riders introduce me to her. Her name is Lisa and she was T-Boned in an intersection by a drunk driver... Her situation was touch and go. Broken bones, head injury, cuts, bruises, nerve damage and a severed artery but, now she is sitting before me. I am in awe! I love how we were able to understand each other. This is truly the first time that I have ever met anyone who understood what I went through. 

Her spirit is strong, her passion for riding is reminiscent of what mine was during my recovery period. She looked at the bikes with longing as I did.

I feel like we're kindred spirits and I want to be her Fairy Crash Godmother! You know? Things like help her through the hard spots - be there for her when no one else gets what's going through her head. She's going to have some crazy bouts with anger and depression and the physical recovery! All things I am (way) familiar with. 

 

After talking to Lisa for a while it seems like she is going to be an inspiration to people who meet her for years to come. 

It was an honour to meet you Lisa, and it would be totally awesome if we became friends. 

Lisa, cheers to you, your passion and your recovery. If we never meet again, I would wish the world for you. 

Flash Back

I had just left my SIL's (Sister in Law) house, and was driving on Pape towards O'Connor. I heard the screeching tires, looked into the intersection, and as if in slomo or something there he was, airborne. It took a moment for the incident to register.

A motorcyclist was struck in the intersection. Some dummy in a Cadillac tried to make a left hand turn from O'Connor on to Pape north and struck this poor sucker in the intersection.

I found it odd.

I saw his limbs in some contorted fashion in the air. It was like a freeze frame. I wonder if this is how people who witnessed my wreck felt? It was totally surreal. I grabbed my cell and dialed 911 immediately after I understood what had just occured. People were rushing to the guy. I don't know if any one had even thought about calling for help. Lucky for the guy who got smoked it all happened in front of an Ambulance Station. I walked over so that I could give an accurate report to the dispatcher who was still on the phone with me.

I couldn't stay. It hurt too much.
I don't mean hurt in the emotional sense but it hurt psychologically and oddly enough physically.
I felt all my old injuries flare up for a second or two. Weird isn't it?
I've had a head ache ever since.

I found it hard to be there. In fact, I think I lost a couple of seconds somewhere in there. Right after he was hit I don't know what happened. My head stopped working for a moment.

I think I should have stuck around as a witness for the guy but I just couldn't get my head in order.

He was really shaken, but in one piece and conscious. I hope he'll be okay.

What a day off.

Since then I've had my accident in my head all day, and all the crashes every one I know has had. Stupid PTSD.

If I don't sleep tonight, you'll know I'll be posting like a mad woman.

Who am I?

This is me...
I started riding a while back. I was a tom boy as a child, and loved trucks, and bikes and all the things all little boys loved.
I had transformers, and was totally interested in technology.

It was a natural progression. I liked fast cars, and then found things that could go faster and were cheaper. MOTORCYCLES! I dated guys who rode. It was nice, but being a control freak I really wanted to be the one at the controls. Eventually my friend Liz and I got our licenses. We rode together almost all the time. Liz and I have some pretty funny, and scary stories from those crazy nights out. When we started riding there were only a few other girls out there that rode. Even fewer that rode well. (not saying I'm awesome or anything) I remember Liz's first bike...
She called it Smartie. It was a blue Honda CB1 (400 cc) If I were to describe it I would say the bike was closer to a standard than a sport touring bike. My first bike was a Yamaha Fzr 600. (1989 i think) For the longest time we were the only two girls that would ride all over the City.
Liz's second bike was this awesome Yamaha YZF 750sp (sp stands for Solo Pilot) It was this neat forest green colour.

I loved those days. Nothing made me happier than getting my gear on and getting out there. As soon as the snow melted in the spring I was out there. I rode some years until December... (long johns, balaclava and little gloves under all my other gear kept me warm)

I guess I was kinda hard core in that sense. I would ride at any cost. Hot or cold it didn't make a difference.
I rode when I was sad and it made me happy, I rode when I had to think about stuff, and I felt better and came to decisions, I rode when I was bored and found friends and excitement.
Long rides, short rides, I rode to work, and to meet for coffee. I rode to the mall, and to the dentist... :D

It was all I could think about. After the accident, I got back into it as soon as I could. There's a great story there. I tell you about it some other time.
When my last bike was stolen I hadn't done my M exit yet, and my license expired. Now I am JUST A G DRIVER. ARG...
I want to go back, and get my M Lic. back. I guess I'll have to wait untill next year. Meh.

I like to have a good time with my friends. Especially when it's a birthday party for Moi at Rocky Mountain High... I can be a goofy broad sometimes. I think this picture demonstrates some of my goofyness.
There are tones of these pictures scattered all over the internet thanks to Lise.
Especially the ones from Niagara Falls that lisa loves to share with the whole world. Good times ...
I remember jumping on the bed.

Then I remember laughing my ass off... Can you tell what happened? I swear... It was all good until I heard this THUD... Lise had hit her freaking head on the ceiling. I am not a good friend. I laughed... I laughed hard. (thanks Cess for the photo evidence!) Now that I look at those pictures I can't believe I never noticed Lise Holding her boobs. lol.

I love my BIG ASS TRUCK! I drive a Yukon Denali xl. I bought it because I work in the event coordination field and can can carry all kinds of stuff for clients. I am used to getting looks from people when I rode all the time, I still get them now it's because I look so small in my vehicle.

My husband and I owned a tow truck. We recently sold it. my husband worked it for years. He was sick of the bullshit in the industry, so we got him a 9-5. He likes it better, and he's not nearly as stressed out any more. Mind you he took a pay cut, but I prefer that he's healthy, so far we're making ends meet.
I like my men to look mean, but be the biggest sweethearts. I think every one should have a "Bob"
There have got to be a tone of pictures of Bob giving people the finger.

I guess that's enough about me for the next little while.

Ciao.