Old Bike Pics from the first wreck.
It was a hot morning in August 2015. I opted to not wear my jacket or gloves but I did wear my helmet, boots, and jeans. As I was exiting Interstate 20 by the West Loop 250 entrance, the truck in front of me had no tail lights working and had slammed on his brakes to avoid hitting someone who ran the yield sign on the service road. Going from 75 down to a dead stop on a bike isn't too hard, but throw in a slick patch on the road, and a semi who blew past me as I exited onto the off ramp at the same time and my bike immediately started to slide. I aimed for the caliche and the next thing I knew I was on my back looking up. Out of the peripherals to the left I saw my bike bouncing end over end and I barely had enough time to scream "F**K!" as the tail end slammed onto my helmet and the bike stood on it's end on my head. A pair of safety glasses were the only thing that saved my skull from getting brained by whatever piece of metal to which I can only assume was the pas...