We were traveling down HWY 8 headed to Ocean Shores. There were five of us motorcycles riding together and the third one in line lost control after he swerved off the road and hit the rumble strip. He lost control and went down. The bike behind him went down and that was the last thing I remember. Next thing I know I am on the ground hearing voices talking to me.
Most of my ribs both front and back were cracked and I had two fractured vertebrae and one was out of place by 50%. I fractured my collar bone, shoulder blade and one of the ribs punctured my lung. I was in the hospital for three weeks.
The insurance company was getting ready to settle, and that is when I decided we should talk with a lawyer to make sure they would be fair and I got what I was entitled to.
Max was able to take care of everything and thank God I didn't have to do it on my own.