I Taught My Son to Ride and Three Weeks Later I Had to Bury His Helmet

the intersection of Route 6 and Marsh Lane at forty-seven miles per hour.

My son’s motorcycle hit the driver’s door of her sedan at thirty-two miles per hour. After he had applied the brakes for sixty-one feet.

I have read that accident report so many times I can recite the measurements.

Sixty-one feet. He fought for sixty-one feet.

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