Someone asked about near death experiences at another Site.

Here is the one I shared.

I have too many of these stories. Why am I alive? No idea. One among many.

I was getting ready to go to work. My state is a helmet choice state for motorcyclists. I rarely wore one but this morning I had a premonition that said wear it. Okay, so I toss my helmet, leather jacket, and gloves on and go out to fire up the bike. The rural highway to the next town where I worked, was about ten miles of crank it up and blast down the road emptiness.

I was in my little burg on the way out of town. In front of me there was a Rambler American belching smoke, and in front of him a AMC Ambassador. (The AMC plant was in the next county over) The Ambassador took off at the city limit leaving me behind the smoke belchor. There were a few cars coming my way, and when they passed I cracked the throttle hard and passed the old Rambler. I had it up over 80mph and was thinking the next small hill will slow me down without needing to hit the brakes. That's when I saw the Ambassador in front of me about a block distance away. It seemed to be going much slower than it had been.

With the morning sun in my eyes, my vision was reduced so I tilted my head down for some shade and that's when I saw the left turn signal. To the right was a deep ditch with large chunks of jagged lime stone, a telephone pole about ten feet out, and some of those highway posts that are painted black and white. I couldn't take the path to the right as there was no path to take. I hit the brakes hard.

My rear tire started breaking loose and the front brake was near locked. I was headed for a full impact center punch of the Ambo's rear end and was still doing over 60mph. I tend to react faster than many. As the rear end came sideways a little more, I banged down two gears in desperation and grabbed a fist full throttle. Doing an imitation of Jay Sprinsteen, I did a feet up flat track corner attempt. I almost made it. Time ran out.

My bike hit the left rear of the Ambo and pushed the bumper and rear corner in two feet. The impact happened right behind my leg. I missed getting my leg crushed by inches. As I flew over the bike, and somersaulted, I broke the last knuckle on my right hand's ring finger. Except for literally shitting my pants as I impacted the ground and hoped there was no on coming traffic, that was the extent of my injuries. I must have been green from my full pants as the Officer on the scene didn't write me a ticket although he could have.

That's just one of many near death stories. I earned the handle "Mr. Wild" <-- (I'm Huck Finn here) for a reason. Buy me a beer sometime and I'll tell you another. I used to race, drive with a lead foot, and skydive. Yes, I'm lucky to be here, but what a rich life filled with memories.