I just returned from another trip to south Texas and the hill country. All in all I racked up right at 1,000 miles of riding over the weekend. The best part of the trip was riding the "three sisters" and all the curves and canyon carving it entailed. State highway 16 was a blast as well. If you ever have the chance to hit it up, do it!
As I'm riding, I catch myself thinking about how good a story this turn would make, or how blowing by the Harley guys would get a laugh, or the amazing views I saw. About 175 miles into the 3 sisters, I came upon a really bad accident that kinda took the wind out of my sails. We notice ahead of us that about 40 bikes are stopped right before a curve and we were told of an accident. I walk up to the curve and see a truck with a motorcyclist pinned under it. On the side of the rode was an older Gold Wing completely twisted up. Obviously the rider didn't make it and the emt's were pulling out the dreaded black bag.
It kinda snapped me back to reality and made me remember what's important in life. The bikes not going anywhere but I noticed my riding was a little more conservative the remainder of the weekend. A good thing I guess.
I don't know the rider but RIP.