Last night I went riding with some of my friends. It seemed like every other night, stop at one spot and meet up with some others and stop at another spot and meet some more and finally make it down to the stunt area on 42nd and Pulaski right off of I-55. When we finally get kicked out we made our way to I-55 3 went home and the other 5 including me hopped on the expressway. As we made our way up to the 90/94 east ramp Myself and another went up the ramp. As I turned around to make sure everyone was following I see a catastrophe happen in front of me….a bike screams past at about 125 (mind you I was doing 80-85mph and it looked as if I was parked) and goes from the right lane across 2 other lanes and into the wall….the rider hits a cement post on top of the wall to denote a drop off underneath and explodes at his stomach…the body tumbles about 250ft. The bikes skids on top of the wall doing a sort of endo…then falls and slides about 350ft ahead of the body.
I get off the bike and go running as fast as I could into traffic to stop any cars when I see a car screech past and run the upper torso and head over. I stop traffic and run over to the body while all my friends are pulling up. I grab his hand and tell him I am there. It is my friend Ralph Storino, age 34 of Lemont, IL. He looks to the side and then at me and raises his hand and it falls. He is gone for ever and I know it. We call 911 and they are on the way…traffic is at a standstill people are crying and so am I. I proceed to look for the rest of his body and see his helmet laying at the bottom of about a 30ft drop. I hop into a area that is about 6 ft of a drop after the cement wall and see his hips down to his feet covered in blood. Gym shoe laying in the grass near him and his leg partially torn off I loose control and yell for my friends that are going insane. There are guts and brain matter and skull fragment all over. He is gone and I believe God put me there for a reason. I was meant to see that. Maybe that will help slow me down as I have been very risky lately.
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I get off the bike and go running as fast as I could into traffic to stop any cars when I see a car screech past and run the upper torso and head over. I stop traffic and run over to the body while all my friends are pulling up. I grab his hand and tell him I am there. It is my friend Ralph Storino, age 34 of Lemont, IL. He looks to the side and then at me and raises his hand and it falls. He is gone for ever and I know it. We call 911 and they are on the way…traffic is at a standstill people are crying and so am I. I proceed to look for the rest of his body and see his helmet laying at the bottom of about a 30ft drop. I hop into a area that is about 6 ft of a drop after the cement wall and see his hips down to his feet covered in blood. Gym shoe laying in the grass near him and his leg partially torn off I loose control and yell for my friends that are going insane. There are guts and brain matter and skull fragment all over. He is gone and I believe God put me there for a reason. I was meant to see that. Maybe that will help slow me down as I have been very risky lately.
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