My story... Its coming up to two years since the most horrific accident to ever happen in my life and I wasnt physically hurt in it in any way.. My boyfriend was killed on his r1 which he had got like 5 days previous. Mikey had lived on bikes, started on peds and moving up to the cagiva mito - which I now own after finding it on eBay a couple of months after his accident. He then rode an r6 and Ive never seen someone ride so fluently and made it seem effortless. He had an xj6 for the winter - the indestructible divvy... And he even rebuilt an rd which when he sold helped by the r1. I met mikey when I was 10... And he was that crush where you go all quiet and hide behind your parents when you see them.. And seeing as I saw him weekly for the next few years - this feeling didnt go - it just got stronger. I grew up with him in my life and a lot of that time I drummed it into my head I would never be good enough for him. He was my absolute dream - out of my league.. Too good for the quiet, geeky teen at this point. So we spoke a lot.. Saw each other those weeks etc. Shocked me so much when he asked me out on a date. And this went on for years.. Date after date. Until after a lot of history he actually asked me out. At this point he had already been in my life 7years. He made me the happiest girl in the world and stayed this way for years. Until the day of his accident. He was out with his friends in an industrial estate at night. When a guy on a Vespa was driving down the road - 3 times over the legal limit. Mikey was speeding but it was empty - Im not giving him an excuse but you dont expect a drunken man on a Vespa in the middle of the road. They hit head on with each other. The other guy died on the scene where as mikey skidded down the road and was unconscious. He went to Southend hospital and then transferred to royal London where he stayed for 3 days until he passed away. He fought so hard.. But he couldnt pull through. No amount of prayers or love could keep him with me... He was an organ donor and I get updates from the families of those who received his organs. And as proud I am of him, it doesnt make it any easier to understand. Now this man was the biggest part of my life for 11 years. I had to dress my best friend and the love of my life for his last day on this world. I then had to say good bye to him infront of hundreds of people.. His closest family and friends and strangers who helped make his day perfect by surrounding his coffin in bikes and leather. Since then we got hundreds of people to become donors.. But again it doesnt help the pain. Every night I lay without my world next to me. And I know its not physical scars like everyone here with their crashes.. But I have some of the deepest scars I think Ill ever have. I dont know how to carry on without him in my life so everything for me stopped .. And I struggle every day to keep moving forward. I just hope he looks down and is proud at how far along my knowledge of bikes has come... From only being able to point at a sprocket - first thing he ever taught me.. To now rebuilding a top end and actually riding. I know its an essay but I tend to sit on sites and read about everyones stories and stay quiet.. But I thought Id open up a little tonight. Im sorry for the essay.. But this man means the most to me and Id rather tell his story over mine with hitting a tree. Xx
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 21:58:18 +0000