I will only tell this, basically because it needs to be stressed. Circa 1977, I'm 20 and home from college. Hot Aug. summer day, myself and 2 friends from HS get on our bikes for a run on some of our local country roads. I gear up in a side slit perf. leather jacket, jeans, work boots, work gloves and a Bell Star FF helmet. One of my frinds gears up about the same, the other is just pissed that it is so hot and gears up in nothing but his jeans and boots, His helmet, t-shirt and jacket are tied down to the back of his 650. I argue with him that he should have on his gear, he tells me it is his decision, not mine, I wasn't going to win that discussion. We hit a curve that we have ridden on many many times. I always lead, with my gearless friend in the middle, and 3rd, pulling up the rear. I am a little more aggresive then the other 2, and hit the curve about 30 yrds ahead of the other two. A car is entering the turn but goes left of center in its inside turn, my gearless buddy dives into the bottom of the turn, into the garvel shoulder. I am looking for his exit and see him flying over the bars and landing face and chest first onto the gravel shoulder. His front tire dove in and he went asshole over earlobes. I turned around, the car was long gone, my othere friend was just looking at the huge pool of blood forming under is face down body. We don't move him, my friend goes up the road to a house to call for help, remember, 1977, no cell phones. It is 25 min. before help arives, he has a heart beat, but still unconcious. The medics roll him over once they decide his neck and back aren't broken. His face was gone, no eyes, nose, teeth, or rt. ear. His cheek bones were exposed and gravel was imbedded in them, his jaw was fractured and jammed back, exposing his upper toothless jaw, his lips were gone, his collar bones were shattered and compound fractured. How he didn't destroy the veins in his neck was amazing. He lived, with no face to speak of, he wore a mask with glass eyes. He had 57 surgeries to attempt some kind of human appearence, but none helped. On his birthday each yr. I would gear him up and we would go for a ride, he lived with his mother until she passed on in 1997. In 1998, I got a call from his caregiver and asked to come to his house. She met me at the door, crying and handed me a note. It said: "Thanks for all of your Love over the yrs, you never cared what I looked like, and you were always a great friend. Ride safe my friend, Love, Rick After 4 attempts he finally was successful in taking his own life. 21 yrs of a living Hell, all because I couldn't convince him to put on his gear. He never blamed me, ever. But I still sometimes wounder, what if? I still miss him, his birthday is coming up, I think I'll go for a ride. ATGATT, ride safe all. Greg