Passing on the Road

Our car moves slowly,
police wave us along,
crumpled motorbike
speaks volumes,
canvas covered mound
passing to the other side.


23 thoughts on “Passing on the Road

  1. We passed a motorbike fatality on the way home from Brisbane – one of the worst accidents I have seen – there was hardly anything left of the bike – the man was 72 and had been riding bikes for over 40 years – my condolences to the family who are well known in Bundaberg.

    1. Passing that accident scene has really upset me slpmartin – but that is probably because I have known a number of people killed and maimed by motorbikes (my husband’s best friend was killed, my friend lost his leg, another was disabled, and my brother sustained brain injury – all from bikes) – I hate motorbikes.

    1. Thanks Clare – I don’t know the family personally, but it was on the front page of the local newspaper. I have driven past many road accidents, but this one really hit home (partly because the road was really narrow and we drove by very close to the incident).

  2. Once we were stopped at a red light and a motor bike driver was hit and landed in front of our car, we tried to comfort him waiting for the ambulance, I cannot forget the livid colour of his face.
    Your poem is good. It is like a slow motion film.

  3. oh GB, thanks for sharing this – we don’t often think to write about those things that ruffle our feathers, and I know this one surely did.


  4. poignant, while brave and sad to speak (both at once. i agree w/d above, things that arent pretty but very moving. that’s why i say brave. yet this poem comes softly, the car moving slow…..

  5. I hate the things, Gabrielle – my sister-in-law has put up with 2 decades of agony and anxiety from a bone infection after she broke her femur in a motorbile accident.

    I have heard that most bike accidents in this country involve men over 50 who have gone back to riding in their retirement

    1. Your poor sister-in-law – that’s horrible 😦 I did hear something about the over 50’s having accidents, though a lot of young men also die on bikes – think they are bullet proof as usual – there is something so vulnerable about people on bikes, the lack of protection, the openness (which is, ironically, part of the attraction I suppose – the so called freedom of riding).

    1. That’s for sure – this rider however was 72 and very experienced – he was following another guy who was in his thirties, who also fell of his bike – the older guy saw the young guy fall and that may have distracted him (not that we reallly know the cause of the crash). I assumed, falsely, that the guy under the tarpaulin would be young.

  6. OMG. I can’t bear to think about it. How awful. My husband was in a bad motorbike accident 5 years ago. A car sideswiped him, knocked him off the bike and he was thrown across the road and hit the front of a semi-trailer parked on the other side. He broke 4 ribs, his coillarbone, ripped his diaphragm and punctured a lung. When I arrived at the scene of the accident he was lying on the road with blood around him, not moving. I remember feeling cold as if I’d stepped into one of those big industrial freezers. It was quite traumatic. Whenever I see an accident now I almost burst into tears because I know what the people are going through. The crumpled motorbike does speak volumes. I am so sorry for the man who lost his life.

    1. You were in shock Selma – the worst feeling in the world – that is terrible what happened to your husband (so much pain!). The worst thing is that these accidents happen on an almost daily basis around Australia.

  7. This made my blood run cold, Gabe. Motor bikes should be banned or riders should be really stringently evaluated before issuing licences. My brother in law lost his leg more than forty years ago!

    1. My friend lost his leg as well adeeyoyo 😦 Even the good riders (the guy in the poem had over 40 years riding experience) can come unstuck. I wish we could ban them. My Mum kept telling us kids never to ride motorbikes, but my brother got one anyway when he turned 18 (as young men do) and sustained brain injury in an accident – he was a different person after the accident and has never worked since.

        1. It is really sad Selma – he is a real bad way now (physically and psychologically) – I can’t really write about it, but maybe one day (though I did wrote the poem ‘the fortune teller’ about him – that poem about sums it up.

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