So I’ve been riding for about five months, I put 5000 miles on my bike. I did the MSF course and I got my MC license. So I was out visiting my cousin in north Memphis area...I took a right and found myself coming up to a weird intersection, I saw a red light and a half a minute later is when I realized that what I was actually looking at was a set of red lights, literally they were maybe 20-40 feet apart. I decided then that I hadn’t slowed down enough to stop safely at the first set and I quickly scanned the intersection and saw no oncoming traffic and decided to just run the first set and stop at the second set of lights being that I was scared to lose traction if I stopped suddenly at the first set and slide out into the intersection. This was a really dumb decision on my part looking back, I should have just dropped my pride and possibly took a gentle low slide and took the blow to my pride. Well instead I put a little (not much) into the throttle and as soon as I pulled out into the intersection a brown pick up came through the intersection a weird turn where visibility looks good but is actually very poor and it was just turning night time anyways, I collided with the passenger side door doing maybe 35-50, I can’t tell if he was turning into the lane I was going in or if he was going straight and I just reacted so quickly that I made an insanely sharp curve to try to avoid him. Either way, I remember hitting his truck at an angle, a loud slamming noise and I think I flew over the hood at this point. I remained totally conscious. I remember thinking, oh, [email protected]&%%, I was just in a wreck, this isn’t too bad, I hope my bike is okay and then I thought, I haven’t hit the ground yet and so I did a sort of tuck and roll but remained relaxed. My leg (femur) broke as soon as I hit the ground. I remember seeing the car lights and street lights turn into one big circle as I rolled through a parking lot. I think I flipped myself over and tried to get up before I realized my leg was broken and laid back down. A couple ran over to me and said they called an ambulance and told me not to move, an ex cop grabbed my hand and told me I’d be okay, he started to ask me a bunch of questions which I was able to answer. I told him that I was fine but that my leg was definitely broke which they confirmed as they cut away my clothes. Unfortunately against all better judgement I chose to not wear my jacket or Kevlar pants that day even though something told me to. It was a blazing hot day so I chose not to. I wasn’t riding overly “spirited” or reckless but I was having fun. This wreck happened two weeks ago on Sunday night, I’m just now feeling strong again, I still cannot walk, my left leg is bent and stiff. I spend most of my time in a bed. I’m not going to quit riding but it will be a while before I can get back into it because of the healing process combined with financial status and my bike being totalled. A girl who I was talking to spent the night in the hospital with me and half the day before she had to go back to school and her work. So good things have come out of it, to see that she cared. I’ve had a lot of support and I can’t wait to get back at it. I just want share this story and remind everyone to be a little bit safer and more cautious. Things can happen quicker than we can predict and the roads are not always probikers. In fact some roads seem meant to kill us. I mentioned this road to several people and most people avoid it especially bikers. I’ve had a lot of great support though! Thanks for reading!