Motorcycle Awareness Month – The Wrong Way Down

Motorcycle Awareness Month – The Wrong Way Down

A controversial viewpoint that looks at motorcycle safety from the other side of the looking glass

I’m a lifelong motorcyclist. I’m a professional rider, I earn my bread from the seat of my bike. I been a trainer, had training, been all over the country and overseas, led tours, coordinated events and rallies, read the books and every accident study I can get to. I’ve had my share of spills, close calls, and mistakes and I’ve got the scars to remember them by.

May is motorcycle awareness monthMotorcycle Awareness Month doesn’t even make the list of  “commemorative months” on wikipedia and is about as effective as “National Ice Cream Month” (which does make the list) – It’s the wrong approach to the problem of how to be safer riding a motorcycle on our increasing dangerous roads.

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False Hope

“Watch our for Bikers” is wishful thinking. It puts the responsibility on someone else – “You need to watch out for me”. Believing that little yellow diamond is going to penetrate the brain of a pony-tailed soccer mom with a minivan full of kids rushing to get to the little  league game is quite a leap of faith. Or that the road warrior salesman is going to suddenly take his mind off his next meeting as he’s fighting his way through the traffic on his way to Des Moines. That the old codger in the Buick with a line of traffic a half mile behind him is going to suddenly wake up and recognize there are other vehicles on the road? That teen is gonna put away the cell phone and start driving the car? Not my experieince. Not the real world. YOU need to watch out for YOU.

Even if you could get through and alert every other driver on the road you’re not going to change the laws of physics. Motorcycles are just plain hard to see because they are the smallest vehicle out on the roads. They are comparatively rare so people don’t expect them. They are easy to lose track of surrounded by so many larger vehicles. Every one of us knows a driver can look right at you and not see you coming. Accept it – you’re virtually invisible to others the road.

motorcycle-wreck-maggieThe “motorcycle awareness” that will keep you alive longest is the awareness that you are responsible for your own safety on the road. You need to up your riding game. Distracted driving is the leading contributor to accidents on our roadways. The counter strategy is increased awareness on the part of the motorcyclist, not all the other people out on the road. They’re not going to change, you need to change to adapt to the conditions that exist.

We know the most common causes of motorcycle accidents related to other vehicles – car pulls out or turns in front of motorcycle, car changes lanes on highway into motorcycle, car runs into motorcycle stopped at intersection.

The motorcycle awareness we need is to deal with these situations as riders as effectively as possible. This is what happens – expect it and assume it will every time.

  • Ride as if that car IS going to pull out or turn in front of you. Be prepared to react to it. Every car, every time.
  • Constantly be aware of your position to surrounding traffic on the road and don’t ride in blind spots. Don’t assume that car next to you sees you – if he needs to swerve I’ll bet he’d rather hit you than a truck. Move out of the situation. When they crowd in on you get out of the situation as soon as possible.
  • Position yourself to be visible when stopped. Don’t sit right behind a car, move out to create a silhouette that stands out from behind. Keep the bike in gear and have an escape route ready in case you see that car running up on you too fast.


The roads are getting more crowded and more dangerous. There are new challenges to face. People are just going to keep doing what they’re doing, they are not going to change. If you want to be safer, take your safety in your own hands – the others are too busy to bother.


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Trooper Shawn Blanton Memorial Ride

Photo – Troopers were well represented (I kept a low profile)

Even with mesh pants, a mesh jacket, and my visor open, it was hot. Another heat wave hits the mountains. It hit 89 degrees on my thermometer at home, though it was surely much hotter through town. I know Al Gore has something to do with this but I just can pin him down on it. Not the best of days for a memorial ride from a comfort standpoint, but at least the frequent rains of late held off.

Generally I’m not much of one for charity rides and such. There’s one every weekend somewhere, and quite frankly, while I do hit a few, I don’t need an excuse to validate my going somewhere on the bike. In this case, I felt participation was mandated. This ride memorializes the one year anniversary of the death of one of our homeboys, Trooper Shawn Blanton.

It’s a story almost so scripted it’s like something that came off the Lifetime Network – but in this case it gets to me. It happened just a few miles from my house. Trooper Blanton, a relatively new officer was slain in broad daylight, shot down with his own gun as witnessed by many local passers-by during a routine traffic stop. He had a newborn child, premature and struggling for life in neonatal intensvie care who died shortly thereafter. His wife, young and of stunning beauty, was suddenly left alone losing all she held dear. It is truly a tragedy.

He was Cherokee. That alone is a story of his success to become a state law enforcement officer. And while the story starts with tragedy, his widow has taken what was left and devoted her efforts to several charitable causes, a testimony to her nobility and strength. We couldn’t miss this ride.

It started from three separate locations, all coverging at Cherokee High School on the reservation. I don’t have official numbers, but I counted hundreds of bikers. The streets of town were lined with those paying their respect. Sometimes, the cause is so worthy you have to participate. This was one of them.

God Bless Trooper Blanton.

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