My father was killed on his motorcycle this morning. Help keep his memory alive and remember to ride safe.
A van pulled out not looking, and he collided into it. I imagine he didn't have enough time to maneuver out of the way. He was on his way to work. He was unresponsive when the paramedics arrived. On the way to the hospital his heart stopped. They cut open his chest and his pericardium was filled with blood. His pulmonary artery to his lungs ruptured and he couldn't be saved. My dad died because the stupidity of another. Please remember to look out for motorcyclist and ride safe. Here is a photo of him http://i.imgur.com/eFXbD.jpg His name was Jeffrey Allen Bergman age 51 and I am his son Christopher Allen Bergman age 18.
Here is a picture of our dual sports together, I hope one day we can ride again http://i.imgur.com/CNVIn.jpg
The story can be seen here http://www.whittierdailynews.com/crime/ci_20069678
This was at the crash sight last night http://i.imgur.com/Q15mn.jpg
He was a great father, my role model, my inspiration, and my best friend. He taught me to be a good person, to ride motorcycles, to fly hang gliders,to conquer my fears, to strive for greatness, to have a different outlook on life, to fix cars, to build anything i could imagine. He was always there for me and i could not ask for a better dad. I'm going to remember him always and I hope justice will be served for his death.
Thank you for all your support everyone, its nice to have people that understand.
Edit: I woke up this morning and wanted to ride. Something was telling me that it is what he would of wanted. So i got up, put on my gear, packed his gloves he was wearing yesterday, and headed up to the cleveland national forest on my dual sport. My father and I rode up there a lot together, where he taught me so much about riding. There were so many great memories, beautiful memories of us together. As i was riding I could here his voice telling me what a good rider I have become. When I got to the top the clouds were rolling over the top of the mountain and the sun was bright and warm. I wish he could be there with me, but in a way he was.
Your condolences have helped me more than you can believe and helped me to get right back on my motorcycle. Thank you, everyone.