The Catastrophe in Charlotte

I never expected to be hit by a car on my motorcycle. But I guess no one ever wakes up one day thinking, “Gee, I think I’ll probably get hit by a car today.” 

The day started off like any other, except for the fact that it was the first nice day we had all April. For a biker, the first nice day after a long winter is like a little slice of heaven, because by that point, we have been itching to take our motorcycles out for months. 

I figured I would wait until my kids went down for their nap that Saturday afternoon, and left my wife home with the girls. I stopped at the gas station to fill up my tank and planned on riding my afternoon away. 

But as I pulled out of the gas station, a sedan came careening around the corner and t-boned my bike at about 40 miles per hour. I’ve never experienced being thrown across the street like that, and hopefully I never will again. It was literally as if time had stood still. 

I laid on my back on the corner of the street, near a yellow fire hydrant in someone’s yard and just stared up at the sky. I didn’t want to move, I was so afraid of doing any further damage to myself. 

All of a sudden people are running up to me asking if I’m okay, and I must have been in shock because I just kept staring up at the sky, not looking at anyone directly, and definitely not answering any of their questions. 

It wasn’t until the police showed up that I started to get my bearings. My legs were in excruciating pain and I saw the gray sedan parked in the gas station parking lot. The police asked me to sit up if I could, so I tried to sort of push myself up on one arm. My legs were limp and I couldn’t feel them at all. 

When the ambulance finally arrived, the paramedics strapped me to a gurney and brought me into the hospital and later told me that I was never going to walk again. The car that hit me severed my spinal cord, paralyzing me from the waist down. 

I’m still in shock that this was the last day I would ever ride my bike again, let alone be able to get around without a wheelchair. I know I need a Charlotte personal injury lawyer, but I’m still in shock. My therapist told me I needed to find a support group, and I stumbled across this site when I was looking online. I don’t know that my story can offer any hope, but it felt good to tell someone my story.