I remember a story my uncle told me. He rides a big, rumbling Harley, and one day he almost got sideswiped by a pickup truck. The driver never saw him. My uncle used to say, “I ride like nobody can see me. I assume every car is trying to kill me.” It sounds paranoid, but it kept him alive. That kind of awareness is like locking your front door at night—a tiny habit that can save everything.
Motorcyclist seriously injured after crash
Now, we don’t know the details of this crash. Maybe it was a driver who didn’t check their blind spot. Maybe the rider hit a patch of gravel. Or maybe it was just bad luck, like a rain shower that turned a corner slippery. But here’s the thing: we can all do better. Drivers, look twice. Riders, wear all the gear. And everyone, put the phone down for ten seconds.
Let’s make it personal
Picture this: It’s a Tuesday evening. You’re pulling into your driveway after work, tired, thinking about dinner. You see a motorcycle parked under a streetlight. It’s clean, well-loved. The owner is probably inside, taking off his helmet and telling his kid about the big eagle he saw on the highway. That’s the life we want for this guy. We want him to go home, to have that mundane, boring, incredibly precious Tuesday night with his family.
Instead, his bike is probably impounded, and his house has that quiet, heavy feeling. It’s the kind of quiet that makes you realize how loud normal life really is—the sound of a doorbell, a laugh, a running faucet. We forget how much noise we make when we’re okay.
Motorcyclist, 38 dies after accident involving van, lorry in Bedok
