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I left work one afternoon and was tooling down the street on the Triumph when a Cadillac in the oncoming lane turned less than ten feet in front of me—impossi- ble to avoid. It’s not a matter of if you’re going to have an accident on a motorcycle—it’s when. As the Triumph slammed into the right rear fender. I went flying over the trunk of the car and landed on my side in the mid- dle of the street. To my amazement, the car kept going! Adrenaline over pain, I jumped up and ran after the car. I yanked off my helmet and began slamming it on the left side of the trunk while screaming at the driver to stop. Finally, he did. The driver—a short, elderly man—could barely see over the steering wheel. He suffered from parkinsonism and was com- pletely unaware I had hit him! After a moment, I felt compassion for this gentleman and calmed—then the pain. I had cracked two ribs. When a policeman appeared, I was sitting on the curb, holding my side. The cop was your typical redneck enforcer, and I imme- diately sensed his disdain for a ‘hippie-type’ on a motorcycle. In a thick, disrespectful tone, the cop walked up and said, “Need a am-bu-lance?” I shook my head, as I didn’t wish to leave the bike. He then started inspecting my bike with, “You know, you don’t got no mufflers on this thang.” I explained it was a racing bike and didn’t come with mufflers. “Racing? Well, then, it ain’t supposed to be on the street, is it?” I didn’t answer—my side hurt too much.