I’m coming out of my workplace parking lot where there is no stop sign for me as I exit on my motorcycle near Logan’s and O’Charley’s on Lima Road, but there are stop signs for the cross traffic. I slowly approach to exit and ride home and zoom! Right through the stop sign, the driver didn’t even look, so I slam on the brakes and attempt to leave again, and zoom! Right through the stop sign again as I sat there and another driver waves at me. Twice in the same day. What if I had not been looking or paying attention?
We have had multiple motorcycle accidents and fatalities already, and summer hasn’t even started. One of the reasons I try to be so careful is I’m reminded every day of what can happen to the families left behind.
I eat lunch every day with Dorthy, the mother of Rick Tesso, who was only 54 when a driver pulled out in front of him at McDonald’s on Washington Center Road last June. He was on life support for four weeks then passed in his fifth week after the accident. We still talk about him sometimes, and how Dorthy and her husband used to like to ride motorcycles. A mother should never outlive a child is what we say because the loss is so difficult to overcome. Her eyes well up with tears when she talks about him today, and she gets a little smile on her face as she talks about Rick.
Every time I get on my motorcycle I think of Rick Tesso, not because I knew him – I didn’t – but because I know Dorthy, who lives with this every day and reminds me to be careful and take that extra time to look, just like my wife does when I leave in the morning. Don’t be in a hurry, you’ll get there in plenty of time, they both say, and watch out for the other guy, because drivers don’t seem to take notice the two wheelers are back out in this early summer we are having.
Maybe you have to experience someone close to you who has gone through this to understand, or actually drive by a motorcycle accident scene, and think thank God that’s not my husband, wife, son, daughter, boyfrien, or girlfriend lying out there.
Please watch for us out there. I think Dorthy would miss me at lunch, and I’m pretty sure my wife would too.