Speed Kills....or knocks some sense into you

It is said accidents generally occur close to home - It's true. Once again I was racing the rain but this time I lost...big time. As I rode home the rain started to pour down harder. Being close to home I opened up Old Blue (my Vespa) and figured I could beat the rain. Unfortunately I was wrong. As I raced down the wet hill toward home I noticed a car stalled out on the opposite side of the road. Then a car suddenly pulled out from behind the stalled car in my direct line of fire. I braked hard and started to fish tail on the wet road. I told myself I must take my foot off the brake to regain control. It was too late. I had a birth canal of about three feet between the car and a large black gate on my left. I wasn't slowing down so I pressed hard on my back brake (the front brakes don't work too well on Vespas). "This isn't going to be pretty," I said to myself as I skidded out of control - Lights out. I plowed the gate hard and bounced off head first. Thank goodness I had invested in a decent helmet. The front of my Vespa was ripped off and much of it was dented. I lay stunned for a few minutes waiting for the blood to flow out of my body. Fortunately for me it didn't. I walked home in daze.