“My dad was a motorcycle enthusiast,” says Josh, a young motorcycle enthusiast from Westlake, California.
“He was in the right place at the right time.”
When Josh was 11 years old, he was riding his Harley Davidson around town.
“It was a great ride,” Josh recalls.
“I just loved it.
I’d never seen anything like it.
There was nothing to compare it to.
I always liked motorcycles.
I had my dad’s Harley.”
For many years, Josh rode motorcycles on a regular basis.
But after graduating high school, he began to question his own motives and found himself at a crossroads.
“The ride that I was on was not my idea,” Josh says.
“My father had a motorcycle accident and died.
I felt like I was the one who caused the accident.”
The accident occurred when Josh was 15 years old.
He had suffered a broken leg, which caused him to have difficulty walking.
Josh was taken to the hospital, where he underwent a full physical examination.
He was given a prognosis of six months to live.
But Josh had not yet received his prognosis.
The prognosis was more optimistic than he had ever expected.
After undergoing two operations and receiving several months of intensive care, Josh was released from the hospital in June of 2009.
But that was just the beginning.
For months, Josh had been receiving phone calls from people who believed that he had killed his father.
Josh had also been receiving calls from police, who suspected that he may have been involved in the fatal crash.
“When the police first started looking into my case, they were very suspicious of me,” Josh admits.
“They were also very suspicious that I’d been riding with a friend of mine.”
Josh’s father, John Paul, was a retired motorcycle mechanic.
He drove a Harley Sportster around town and was known as a good man who had a positive impact on the lives of many.
“A lot of people don’t realize how many people my father had saved and cared for,” Josh adds.
“His motorcycle saved lives.”
But Josh was not the only person in his family to have a tragedy.
“All the other people in my family had motorcycle accidents,” Josh continues.
“And they had been involved with motorcycle accidents, too.
My father’s motorcycle was stolen a few months before my accident.
And my grandfather had his motorcycle stolen a couple of years before that.
My grandfather died in an accident.
My grandmother died in a motorcycle crash.
My dad died in his own motorcycle accident.
So I’m not the first to have any motorcycle accidents.
My mother also had a tragic motorcycle accident in her 20s, and my grandmother also had some motorcycle accidents in her 30s.
But my father and grandfather were the first people I knew to die from a motorcycle.
I’ve been through the whole cycle of motorcycle accidents and not survived them.
My bike has saved my life.”
The tragedy that struck Josh was especially devastating to him.
“Because my dad died,” Josh explains, “I had to go through the grieving process of not knowing who my father was.
The people in the neighborhood were really angry at me.
They were telling me I was going to hell.
I was like, ‘I’m not going to be hell.
Hell is waiting for me.'”
Josh was living with his mother and his sister, when he was hospitalized for nearly two months.
The hospital kept him overnight.
Josh felt that he needed to leave the hospital and get some privacy.
He decided to stay in his room.
“That’s when my mom found me,” he says.
The next morning, Josh’s mother came home to find him sitting on the floor of their living room.
She was shocked.
“You were on the wrong floor, Josh,” she said.
“Did you kill my dad?”
Josh remembers his mother telling him, “No, it was a bad accident.”
Josh told her, “Well, I did kill my father.
I really did.”
“So why are you telling me that?” she asked.
Josh explained that his mother had told him that she did not know where she found him.
He told her he was going back to visit her.
But the next day, he did not return home.
“So you didn’t kill your father?” his mother asked.
“No,” Josh replied.
“What did I do?”
The next day Josh returned home, and his mother called police.
Police said that they had a warrant out for his arrest.
The police officer told Josh, “You need to come home to me.”
“Why would I want to go back to jail?”
The officer told him, Josh, you are now in custody.
“But I don’t have a lawyer,” Josh said.
So the officer told the judge, “Let me get you an attorney.
Let me get the case in front of the judge.
The judge will make the final determination.”
“But then I’d have to get back on the motorcycle,”