Downed rider

[6doublefive321]

Well, I came upon a downed rider late Thursday / early Friday. It was a disturbing situation.

My wife, a friend, and myself were headed home after a few beers around 1:00 a.m. Friday morning. My wife had the munchies, so we went through Wendy's drive through. While we were waiting, the friend said she heard a loud noise, but my wife nor I heard it. Sure enough, about 1/4 mile away, on our route home, a biker had been t-boned at a traffic light.

When we got on the scene, probably one to two minutes had passed after the accident. The intersection was four lanes on three sides with planted islands, and two lanes on one side. The biker was lying on his back in front of one of the islands. His bike was about 20 feet away, and a small, compact car was in the middle of the intersection. The car was fucked, with both air bags deployed. The bike was a large custom Harley, and it too was fucked. It was impossible to tell who did what, but obviously both vehicles went through the intersection at the same time at 90 degree angles.

No on to the bad part. The rider was lying on his back writhing in pain. There were about 6 people at the scene, just standing there looking. All the observers were younger kids, so they were pretty shocked. I blocked the road with my car, turned on the hazards, and ran to the guy. He was in his mid 40's, portly, but pretty average all things considered. The left side of his body, which took the brunt of the blow, was pulverized. His left boot was dislodged, and his foot had no shape whatsoever. The leg looked like a sack full of marbles, and had no structure at all. His left shoulder was messed up, and he had a pretty good gash on his left forehead, with some bleeding from his head. He was probably wearing a skull cap helmet, which did fuck all to protect him. I never did find the helmet, as it was knocked off at impact.

I started talking to the guy, and did my best to treat him for shock. I removed my shirt, and covered him the best I could, which really wasn't enough. I started speaking with the guy to find out just how bad he was. He was coherent, but in massive pain. The really scary thing was that he was gurgling due to internal bleeding.

Another person, my wife, and myself worked with the guy for about 10 minutes before the cops showed up. The cops were a joke. I told the first cop that the guy was in shock, and needed a blanket to cover up with. The first cop didn't have a blanket, and apparently didn't know jack-shit about treating an accident victim. A second cop showed up, and whipped out a new, still in the package, silver space blanket. Thankfully, the fire department showed up and took over. We were told to leave, which we did.

Eventually, the guy was life-flighted to downtown Atlanta. As it stands today, he is in a drug enduced coma while they try to save his foot and leg. He has been stabilized and his life is no longer in jeopardy, but there is a good chance he will lose his foot and a portion of his leg.

This was a very sobering situation (literally and figuratively). The driver of the car said that the biker ran the light, and that he was the tail end of a larger pack. If that statement is true, none of his fellow riders returned to check on him, which is unspeakable.

All I know about the guy is that his name is J.R., and he lives in Kennesaw, GA. If any locals know of the guy, post up.