Titties and beer saved me.
I was going down the street at 35 miles an hour on my Harely. A fellow in a gold Lexus turned in front of me,
I said I'm going to die, instantaneously I realized my opitions were to hit a telephone pole, which would kill me
or put the bike down and slide into the car at 35 mph which would also kill me.
The night before I read in EAsy rider that so many bikers die t-boning cars and it wasnt necessary,
the magazine said at the point of impact jump up.
I jupmed up and over and landed 25 feet down the street on my feet, in front of the Church of Scientology.
THe SCientologist came out and thought I was their leader, someone who reached clear, they took me all through
their headquarters, they said how did you learn to fly like that? I told them Easy Rider magazine.
Finally they accepted that I didnt know anything about Scientology, but for about a year after I was a
celebrity in downtown Clearwater amongst the sicentologist in the coffee shops and stores I would frequent.
I think what saved me was titties and beer. I was going to an AA meeting because I had drank to much beer in my
life and easy rider magazine which my wife said I looked at for the titties told me to jump up instead of broadsiding the
car or hitting a telphone pole.
So it was titties and beer and a touch of timing, but I wouldnt want to try it again with out having God in my pocket.
It seemed like a miricle to me, time slowed way down to slow motion. It was like in the movies. I flew up in the air and down
the street in slow motion with no sound. I landed with a woosh, and then the sound came back on.
When I latter went to the police academy, they told me when you are about to die dramatically, or get into
a very harry situation, time stands still, stops or slows way
down and you get tunnel vision and thats what happened.
I was flying down the street like Neo in the matrix. A year latter Scientologist would stop my wife while we were on the town
and tell my wife, "you know your husband can fly."
