Monday, September 19, 2016
we lost William yesterday
Those are the words my neighbor Leonard greeted me with when I was walking Minnie Saturday evening.
William was another neighbor who lived next door to Leonard and Judy. I would often stop and chat with William when I was walking the dog and he was out, sometimes with his dog, sometimes not. I've only known William for about a year, maybe a little longer. His house was at the other end of the block and I only met him once I started walking Minnie regularly. He lived with his partner Edith. They had been together for 9 years.
William was a big rig trucker who got laid off his regular run last December as the pick-up point for his load was moved further away and the company hired drivers that were closer. He picked up another run soon after. He was an excellent driver, having just received an award for driving a million miles without a single accident or ticket.
Last Friday, William was on his way to Rosenberg on his motorcycle when the traffic had come to a stop because of all the construction on the highway that is being upgraded from a state highway to an interstate. Unfortunately, the 18 wheeler behind him did not stop in time and William was crushed between the truck and the car in front of him.
I can't help but think that had he been in his pick-up or a car he would have survived. It doesn't matter how good a motorcycle driver you are, how safe you drive, how alert you are, how careful you may be. None of that matters when someone plows into you and the only thing between your body and 2,000+ pounds of steel, your body and the pavement, is the clothes you are wearing.
Rescue workers have a term for motorcycle drivers. They're called 'organ donors'.