They Buried My Bike With Me But My Son Found My Letters
From wherever I am now, I could see everything—my mangled body on the rain-slicked asphalt, my crushed Harley Davidson Road King lying twenty feet away, oil and blood mingling in a dark pool. The paramedics didn’t even bother with CPR. One look told them everything. Nobody survives having their chest cavity crushed by an 18-wheeler….
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