Perilous Speeds

Last weekend, my CMA group rode to north Georgia and did a little "Ministry on the Mountain" as we called it. We had packed water bottles, a collapsible cooler, plenty of Gospel tracts and "bike blessing" stickers, and rode up to the Richard B Russell Scenic Highway, above Cleveland. It was the near-perfect day- not too hot, enough cloud cover and breeze to keep cool, and plenty of riders out on the roads. We set up atop the parkway at a scenic overlook and soon, riders were turning in and out, while riding up and down the road. We had plenty of opportunities to strike up conversations, to offer water, and to pray for riders as they pulled in. Several of our guys shared their stories of salvation with folks, and it really turned into a great day.
At times, different groups of us took turns making runs up and down the parkway, while others stayed at the overlook. Three of our guys took off to ride it, followed by me and a newer member. We rode pretty brisk, but rode safe, and had a great time. As we got near the bottom, I noticed a group of bikes off the right side of a left-turning curve. Slowing down, we recognized a couple of our guys, but one was missing. Pulling over, we discovered our missing member was in fact, down the embankment about 10 feet. We rushed over and down to help, fearing the worst.
He had come out of the last curve, accelerated hard (well over 100mph), but over cooked this curve, and went wide into a small patch of roadside gravel. The path of the bike was clear- right off the road, down the embankment, into a creek. Amazingly, he was completely unhurt. The bike was fairly mangled, but he was not. Amen. He had wisely armored himself head-to-toe, so that definitely helped. Also amazing was the path he took sliding out. He narrowly missed a large, iron-rebar mailbox, and both bike and rider stopped just short of a telephone pole in the ditch. He had an angel on his shoulder, no doubt.
Serveral other riders stopped to help, and we collectively wrestled the bike back up the steep embankment. The bike was unrideable, so we stayed with him until some help could come carry him and his disabled bike back home. We prayed over him, thanking God he was (miraculously) unhurt, and he openly confessed he was going far too fast. A lesson learned, albeit the hard way.
As each of us rode for home, we took it noticeably slower, more cautious. I had also made note of another factor that contributed to our guy's "off"- he had been running on nearly bald tires, front and rear. Never good. It reminded me to always armor-up, insure the bike is in top shape, and ride wisely. Accidents on a motorcycle can happen in the blink of an eye, and can be catastrophic.
Have fun, but use your cranium for more than a helmet hanger.