This should generate some lively discussion.
Mom: Motorcycle killed my son
“It’s really, really hard,” she said. “I miss him so bad. But if my son had to die, maybe someone else will listen.”
I'm listening...and at the risk of sounding a tad heartless?...i will express my realistic views and opines...as follows...
Mom: Motorcycle killed my son
Friday, September 19, 2008
David Rupkalvis
Max Valdez
By David Rupkalvis
editor@grahamleader.com
Almost one year ago, Cyndi Martin learned firsthand how dangerous high-speed motorcycles known as crotch rockets can be.
On Sept. 27, 2007, Martin’s life was turned upside down when her son, Max Valdez, was killed riding a crotch rocket.
The term..."Crotch Rocket": is no more than "name calling" by the ignorant...just like any "Sportsmen" can die participating in any sport without at least reading and learning a little bit about it first.
The difference on that night was Valdez was riding a crotch rocket for the first time.
"on that night?...."First Time!"....wtf!
Max Valdez grew up riding motorcycles, excelling on dirt tracks.
“He rode dirt bikes, raced them for years,” Martin said. “But this isn’t a bike. Those things will go zero to 60 in four seconds.”
So...the fact that EVERYONE KNEW that the differences between dirt biking and street biking were worlds apart we still let this kid ride one for....the first time...at night?...again...wtf.
That speed is what killed Valdez. Martin said he bought his motorcycle at 6 p.m. on Sept. 27, drove around for a little bit and came home. At 11:45 p.m., he went out with two friends, accelerated down the street, smiled back at his friends and turned around to see a semi-truck turning in front of him.
okay...back to the "reading and learning before you do" thing again...MOST/ANY 2-wheeled rider at all knows better than to...
"accelerated down the street, smiled back at his friends "
the streets ain't no dirtbike sandbox where if ya fall down and go boom at 25 or so ya typically don't wind up going to the hospital or getting airlifted out...and for bonus points?...ya fall in sand/dirt...screw up in the many risks of the street at 25mph?...and 6 months later you might still be in ICU with your family having to decide wether to "pull the plug" or not....but somehow we let this kid try it for his first time at night?...such a shame...and i mean that.
On a normal motorcycle, that would have been fine,but with the acceleration rate of a crotch rocket, Valdez was going too fast to stop. He did the only thing he could to try to save his life, dropping the motorcycle and trying to slide under the semi. Instead, Valdez hit his head on the truck, sliding 280 feet before he stopped.
hmmm...really now...i guess a normal HD's light-weight frame and badazz brakes would've helped him decellerate faster somehow?...interesting...the way i see it?...he was on a sportbike...capable of stopping/turning/handling on a dime and giving you 9cents change..in other words...his ability to EVADE such a situation on a sportbike....would already be..."enhanced"...so to speak.
Martin said. “I was very broken. My first thought the day after Max passed away was I thought about God. I told God, ‘I now know how you felt when you let your son die. I know how your heart was broken.’ I locked myself in my house for 11 months.”
sounds to me like..."pentence paid"...for being a bit to permissive in not insisting that a bit of research be done before he tried it for the first time....at night.
Martin has raised three boys and all of them are very special to her. But Max was her best friend. Even as an adult, he would sit with his mom and tell secrets, sharing the biggest details in life.
When he died, he was on the verge of making a big leap in his life. As an oil-field worker, Valdez had distinguished himself to the point the company wanted to invest in his future.
“He was to leave the next week, making $90,000 a year and going to college,” Martin said. “The only thing he was waiting for was to find a way to tell me. He told me on Thursday and died on Friday.”
"oh-the drama"...
That Friday marked a dramatic change in Martin’s life.
see?..."drama"...toldya so...
She not only lost her son and her best friend, but she began a mission to find out everything she could about crotch rockets.
OOOHHhhh...i see...sooo nooooowwww we decide to read up and learn a little bit..again...sad "after-the-fact" irony in my book.
“He was a beautiful kid,” Martin said. “He was the ultimate small town kid."
he wouldn't have been "the ultimate small town kid" had that been a 12 year old little girl walking home from a friends house instead of a semi.
After the initial shock wore off, Martin began looking into how her son died —
again...poor timing with "the research".
specifically concentrating on the vehicle he was riding.
Why?...what if he was riding in a mustang gt...or?..a snowmobile...or?...a freaking skateboard or?...sky-diving or?...pleasure boating/jet ski-ing..sorry but..."accelerating while looking back and smiling"?....doesn't bode well with any of those "dangerous sports" either.
I'm truely sorry for your loss...however...i'm more appauled at the level of ignorance that took place here with as much contempt for your effort to outlaw the freedoms which wiser, more responsible folk still enjoy.
Geese...i wish the folk who would like "More Government Regulation" would concentrate on other issues such as...
Regulating Oil Profits, Lending Practies, Lobbyist or dang...even global warming...as i'm certain the elimination of "crotch rockets" ain't gonna pass house...and even if it did?...we'd just fall back to the "Caf'e Racer" era all over again!
Truth be known?...with "No Motorcycle Endorsement" on his D.L.?...ya'll were already breaking the law AND?..."ODDS OF SURVIVAL" from jump street.
L8R, Bill.