No matter how safely I drive, I’m always nervous near anyone on a motorcycle because he or she is so exposed as they ride. It saddens me to learn of reports about any motorcyclists killed in accidents.
A personal reason is that one of my friends died in a motorcycle crash when he was only 28 years old. His name is Shane and it’s hard to
believe that it’s now just over 15 years since he’s been gone. My mom and his mom were had been friends since 4th grade and then sometimes while I was in elementary school, we went over to their house. Our moms talked and my friend and I hung out, he showed me his music cassette collection. He said I was really quiet. I had a crush on him and would mostly smile shyly at him. I still liked him when we were in 7th grade homeroom together, but after that year, didn’t see him much even in the halls. I finished high school years at a private campus. We’d cross paths here and there in our local area, talking for a few minutes and I found him attractive, yet by then my heart was stirred by a guy at my small private school. Even though we lost touch and I saw him less often, Shane will always be special as my first crush overall and I’ll miss him forever.