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the sound: Jimi Hendrix – Little Wing, The Guess Who – Share the Land, Cream – White Room, Rod Stewart – Maggie May, Chi Lites – Have You Seen Her, Bee Gees – How Can You Mend A Broken Heart, George Harrison – My Sweet Lord, Bells – Stay Awhile, James Taylor – You’ve Got a Friend

I tried to stand and kept falling down.

I remember Mike yelling at the drunk that had been driving the car as he jumped up and down on the hood of the car in his hobb nailed boots (probably just to get his point across). I remember thinking that the guy was lucky I was there or Mike would be “laying hands on him” something I knew he’d never do in front of me.

I remember hearing Mike kicking in the windshield of the car and I remember feeling like it was ok that I was “resting” on the side of the road. I tried to look over at Mike and the damage he was doing to the car but I seem to have fallen asleep.

I woke as they were sliding the gurney into the ambulance. I was on a board with my neck in a brace and Mike was climbing into the ambulance to sit beside me. He was holding my hand and looked all white in the face and scared. The next time I woke up I was in emergency room and I could hear Mike frantically calling the boys at the clubhouse to tell them what had happened.

Discretion being the better part of valor, I went back to sleep.

I woke as Mike came back into the room and I decided it was time to get up only to find that I couldn’t. Every time I raised my head or upper body offa the pillow I “fell asleep”.

Besides that, I seemed to be lying in a hammock, so even if I could have got my head up offa the bed…I’d have needed a hand (er three) to get out of that contraption besides Mike wasn’t having any part of that…I was stayin in bed and that was that.

I got a little frantic trying to remember why I was there so Mike reminded me what had happened at the scene and that I had to wait for an x-ray technician to come into the hospital to x-ray me because it was 4 in the morning and there wasn’t usually one there all night long.

He told me that the “fear” was that I’d done something to my neck or pelvis that might have a ‘lasting’ effect.

“What the fuck does “lasting” mean?”

He told me that he must have scared the driver of the car right and proper because when the police had arrived at the scene the driver and passenger both told the police that all the damage to the car had been done during the accident. He went on to say that the driver also fully admitted to being drunk and in the wrong, that he’d caused the accident thereby absolving Mike of the damages he’d done.

We’d laughed and chalked that up to Mike’s animal magnetism or his power of persuasion.

He went on to tell me that the boys were picking up his bike and taking it to the house, that he wouldn’t let the Dr examine him till he was sure I was alright.

And then he told me that he’d bit the bullet and called my dad.

That one surprised me.

the sound: Them – Baby Please Don’t Go, Bob Dylan – Ballad of a Thin Man, Rivieras – California Sun, Vince Guar aldi – Cast Your Fate to the Wind, Marvelettes – Danger! Heartbreak Dead Ahead, The Beach Boys – Don’t Worry Baby, Vogues – Five O’clock World

I had been at work in the bar and for some reason unknown now had decided to dress a’la school girl. I’d worn my short red plaid pleated kilt with a white blouse and a black blazer. I’d worn thigh high black stockings and black lace garters and my waist long hair piled up on my head using a myriad of pins.

I smiled as I remembered Dallas grumbling while she’d put my hair up. “One more fucking bobby pin and yer head’ll weigh too much and you’ll fall over!” she’d bitched.

So the end of the work night finally arrives and Mike, as always, shows up to take me home. Only this time he shows up on his brand new Harley – fully dressed with one of them brand new radios in the fairing that everyone’s been talking about.

I’d teased him about how he’d loved that radio more than he’d loved me and he’d kept telling me “it’s all about the tuneage Baby”

As we locked up for the evening and Mike gets ready to back the big bike out of the carport he hands me a helmet and I hand it back.

“It’s only like 6 blocks and it’ll take me a freaking hour to get all these pins outta my hair”.

We argue a bit and in the end Mike (mostly cos it’s 2 o’clock in the morning) gets offa the bike to help me take my hair down and then hands me my chaps. I mutter about him being an “old woman” and slip on a pair of jeans before putting the chaps on because I know that nothing compares to the chaffing done by leather chaps on bare skin and my skin is definitely bare between the stockings and the panties.

Once I’m all zipped in and turn around Mike has this funny look on his face and as we get on the bike he suggests that maybe I’d like to dress like that at home on occasion, just so he can find out what it would be like to get me outta all that gear.

We both laugh as we take off.

We are driving in the inside lane of 2 lanes, heading towards the clubhouse when we come up behind a couple of people in a gold coloured Chevy Nova SuperSport. Mike paces behind it a bit and then guns the motor to swerve out into the outside lane and blast around the car.

As he swerves into the outside lane, the driver, in his infinite wisdom, turns right from the inside lane.

We hit the car broadside, almost in exaclty the same manner as that guy that had T-bone’d Mike earlier in the year. I went off the back seat over Mike and over the car like I’d been shot out of a cannon.

I remember hearing the bike go down. I remember seeing sparks and then I hit the car…the first time. I later found out that I’d actually hit the car once on the roof with my helmet and once on the hood with my pelvis and then came down on the road on my helmet…skidding like an upside down rag doll till I came to rest against the curb.

It all happened so fast that when I first opened my eyes and looked up all I could see was the pitch dark 2 AM country sky and I’d thought to myself “alright Baby…this time you’ve done it…..yer dead!”

I thought that right till I started to breath again, and that hurt so bad I knew I was alive.

What seemed like a long time later but was likely a matter of seconds, I tried to move my head to get up and I couldn’t get it to move. I panicked…thinking that my neck was broken and I began to scream.

Mike came running to me and in the end had to cut the chin strap from my helmet. Seems my helmet was caught in one of those under the curb culvert things….jambed tight actually.