Wild Motorcycle Tales Here's a great story from John Lonskey. Got your own story? Send it to me. I'm Not Dead Yet I was at work one day when the skies darkened to the west and a terrible storm was brewing. Since I live about 35 miles east of my office, I told my boss and took off on my bike and tried to beat the storm home. Needless to say that didn't work very well. About 10 miles into my journey all hell broke loose. In a few minutes I was soaked by a tremendous downpour. I had a leather jacket, so I figured since I was all wet, I might as well keep going at a reasonable speed. Approaching a rural intersection I could see a pickup sitting on the other side of the road beyond the intersection. I couldn't see a lot, because I wear glasses and they were all wet. What I couldn't see was an electrical wire hanging horizontally about 4 ft off the ground. That was just about high enough to catch my handlebars and flip me over the bars landing somehow in a ditch full of water on my back. I must have curled up in the fetal position and slid down the ditch for a ways. My bike, tangled in the wire, pulled the wire out of the meter and followed the wire around the pole like a yo-yo into a muddy cornfield. A little shook up, I stood up and felt my pants and the guy across the street yells at me and asks if I'm OK. My response was, "I think so" so the guy asked me to come over and get into the truck. Since I removed his obstacle he wanted to go town and get something at the livestock auction and outfitter. He took me back, couldn't have been more than 15 minutes later. When we got back a Sheriff Deputy was there and had been looking for a dead body and motorcycle. The property owner didn't see the whole thing so he assumed I was out in a field. A lady a couple of houses down the street got in her car and came down there and told the deputy what she saw. She told him that she had seen a miracle. She heard the motorcycle coming, saw it hit the wire and the guy flip over the handlebars, slide down the ditch, stand up and walk across the street to get in the truck and leave. I had to go out in the field, find my bike and drag it back out to the street. The handlebars were too messed up to ride it so I had it towed into the closest town. I had to get a friend with a pickup to come and get my bike. Strange but very true. -- John Lonskey
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