Hi Phil,

How awful!

In 1988, on May first, Vernon's Birthday, he was 
driving home from Iroquois, when a motor cycle hit him

He tried to get out of the way, but the person 
driving the motor cycle wouldn't get out of the 
way, and I think he side swipped Vernon. No one was hurt.

It was really weird.

Praying for you all.


Thanks much.

Many Blessings,

Pat Ferguson
"I can Do all Things Through Christ Who Strengthens Me" Philippians 4:13.

At 02:31 PM 4/7/2017, you wrote:
>This happened over a year ago.  I just put the 
>finishing touches on it and decided to send it out.
>
>
>I was checking the light switch in the dining 
>room on my way to bed, Sunday night,  It was 
>about 11:30 PM.  I heard a loud crunch and then 
>something that sounded like metal being dragged 
>on the pavement in front of our house.  I soon 
>heard the gunning of an engine and I figured 
>someone had dropped their muffler and was 
>dragging it down the road and trying to pull 
>over.  Our son leaves a hundred feet behind us 
>and he was still up and heard it, too.  We live 
>about 100 feet from the street and it is a very 
>busy north/south 4-lane road that is heavily 
>traveled.  We have had many wrecks of cars and 
>trucks during the 32 years we have lived in this house.
>
>Once, a runaway driverless van came rolling down 
>the hill from the gas station a 150 feet to the 
>south of our front door.  The driver had been 
>working on his engine with it running when the 
>van slipped into gear, ran over him, dragging 
>him 50 or 60 feet, and then, leaving in an empty 
>field next-door to us, crashed into our concrete 
>front porch.  It fortunately rammed the porch on 
>the corner with the thickest amount of concrete 
>sticking up, about 18 inches, which kept the 
>whole van from running up on to the porch and 
>right into our picture window.  My youngest 
>grandson, about 6 years old at the time, and I 
>were walking together passed the window when the 
>van hit.  One wheel rose up on our porch and 
>knocked down a iron support post designed to 
>hold up that corner of the overhanging roof.  It 
>felt like an earthquake and the boom it made 
>sound like a jet breaking the sound 
>barrier.  The first to arrive on the scene was a 
>firetruck with paramedics to tend to the injured 
>man laying in the field next door to our 
>property.  The van engine was still running when 
>the police arrive in about a dozen police 
>cars.  An ambulance loaded the unconscious man 
>aboard and took him to the 
>hospital.  Fortunately, we sustained no damage 
>to the house and the firemen, using a sludge 
>hammer, pounded our support post back into 
>place.  And to think I almost bolted the iron 
>support into the concrete once.  The roof would 
>have caved in on that corner of the overhang if 
>I had done so.  There is more to that story but 
>you have heard enough to realize that we live on 
>a busy street and have witnessed many wrecks and 
>crashes, as well as other things, such as 
>shootings, and the like.  So Sunday night was no different overall.
>
>Our son told us the rest of the story Monday 
>during a cookout at our daughter’s house.  Two 
>motorcycle gang members were riding their bikes 
>at a high rate of speed and coming north toward 
>our house.  About 200 to 250 feet to the south 
>of our front door is the corner of an 
>intersection.  There is a stoplight there but it 
>is a manual light.  That means, when my kids 
>went to school across the street years ago, they 
>would push a button and the light would change 
>to red and stop all the traffic.  If there are 
>no pedestrians, the button is not pressed, so 
>the traffic sees green all the time unless 
>someone is trying to cross the street.  Anyhow, 
>I got carried away but I am trying to explain 
>what it is like living on a busy street.  Back to the story.
>
>The two motorcycles came roaring at a high rate 
>of speed going north but you could easily hear 
>their racing engines more than a block away.  A 
>Car was just turning east at the 
>intersection.  Why the bikes did not slow down 
>is a mystery but the didn’t.  They possibly 
>could not slow quick enough do to their high 
>rate of speed.  The tail end of the car was 
>still partly in the intersection when the lead 
>motorcycle rammed the back of the car and slid 
>by; crunching the bumper and trunk of the 
>car.  The biker had a girl wearing just a 
>helmet, for protection,, on the back of the 
>bike.  In other words, she  was not wearing any 
>leather jacket or pants or leather protective 
>gloves in case of a crash.  The motorcycle laid 
>down and slid for 100 feet, the girl falling off 
>the back  but the driver trapped under the 
>bike.  Such enhanced motorcycles can weigh 
>anywhere from 500 to 750 pounds.  My sons Honda 
>1000, for example, weighs 650 pounds and a Honda 
>Gold Wing weighs 750.  These gang style bikes, 
>or club motorcycles, are often stripped bikes, 
>and built up engines but they still weigh 
>several hundred pounds.  The crashed motorcycle, 
>with its driver, slid from the intersection, 
>clear to our mailbox at on the edge of the 
>street which is on the north corner of my 
>property line.  He was killed instantly.  Our 
>son saw  the other biker  as he rode back and 
>forth and taking pictures of his dead friend.  I 
>don’t know if this was being done for legal 
>purposes or not but they later tried blaming the 
>driver of the car who was just turning the 
>corner.  For a bike to slide 200 feet, you 
>can’t be doing the 35 to 40 mile per hour 
>speed limit on that street.  My son estimates 
>they were doing 90 Miles Per Hour when they 
>crashed.  The biker who was killed lay in the 
>street and my son said his helmet face plate was 
>crushed down into his face.  Everett also said 
>the biker may have tried driving out of the 
>fall, that is, speeding up to try and center the 
>bike but it was already tilted too far over to 
>recover.  The girl was still alive when they put 
>her into the ambulance .  He thinks she may have 
>fallen off the back of the motorcycle closer to 
>the crash so she wasn’t dragged as far as the 
>bike driver.  Soon, the gas station was filled 
>with dozens of bikers watching the traffic police working the scene.
>
>Monday night, the biker gang return to the scene 
>for several hours.  They rode their bikes up and 
>down the street, about 100 of them stood around 
>at the gas station next door.  Others rode their 
>bikes to the spot where the guy had lain in the 
>street, stopped, revved their engines to an ear 
>splitting pitch, and then did a burn out.  This 
>is when the engines are run to a high revolution 
>and the breaks set so the bike cannot 
>move.  The  breaks are then release and the back 
>wheel spins, burning rubber off the tire until 
>the tire finally catches.  Then the bike burns 
>away at high speed.  Other times several pulled 
>up to our mailbox where their buddy had died and 
>just cranked their engine to high speed over and 
>over again.  Some people got off their bikes and 
>blocked traffic.  We were one of those.  Coming 
>home from our daughters cookout, we got into the 
>middle of the traffic jam in front of our 
>house.  Our son said  some of the people were 
>holding lighted candles.  As I said, the bikers 
>were slowing and blocking traffic by dismounting 
>their bikes and walking in front of cars that 
>had to stop while others just parked and sat 
>crossways on their bikes; all to let people know 
>they were mourning the death of one of their 
>own.  I lost my ability to smell years ago but 
>Sandy said the smell of burning rubber almost 
>made her sick.  They conducted their burn outs 
>less than 100 feet from our front door and they 
>still do burn outs in that same spot to this day 
>when driving back, day or night, more than a year later.