Here's what Bob emailed last night. I'm going to try to see him today some time.
"My first 1650 miles of my return trip to Texas went pretty much according to plan. I covered 860 great miles on Sunday, parking the bike and my body that night in Birmingham, Alabama. Yesterday, I got a good start and had made it to Texas by nightfall. With only 100 miles left to home, while passing through Austin, I found a section of Interstate 35 closed for construction. Traffic was diverted to the feeder road, and as we went to merge back onto the highway, someone 6 to 8 cars ahead slammed on their brakes to avoid a workman. The chain reaction found me slowing my motorcycle rapidly to avoid hitting the Blazer in front of me. That's when all **** broke loose. The twenty-something girl behind me was paying more attention to her cell phone conversation than driving, and slammed in to me from behind with her Toyota Forerunner at 35 mph. The impact of her truck was hard enough that it picked up both me and my 600 pound bike and hurled us into the Blazer in front of me. The rear bumper of the suv stopped my motorcycle, but I kept flying into the rear window until my head made contact. I bounced off the rear of the Blazer and corkscrewed into the pavement hard, head and shoulder first. I found myself on my back as cars careened around me to avoid running over me.
First major motorcycle wreck in 40 years of riding. First ambulance ride ever. I ended up with a shattered clavicle (collarbone) on my left side, four cracked ribs on the left side, and some minor abrasions. My safety gear all worked to protect me from worse. I am now home and sedated, glad to be alive and grateful for the hand of God sparing me a more tragic fate. I find out Thursday whether they will need to do surgery on the shoulder. The FJR, my riding companion for 21k miles, is alas, a total.
Give your loved ones a special hug for me tonight. Experiences like these make you so aware of how fragile our time here can be.
Bob