I guess my mistake was simply not being attentive enough to the road. I wasn’t speeding, I wasn’t under the influence (it happened as I was trying to pull in to my work’s driveway), I wasn’t sleepy or tired. I simply somehow did not see the motorcycle coming towards me.
There was no malice involved, nor negligence, but it’s still my responsibility to pay attention to all hazards on the road and act accordingly.
Sometimes our brains don’t work properly. It’s ok. You’ve held yourself accountable. You’re a bit more careful now, and so is he. That’s enough - it has to be.
What mistake did you make? That’s definitely relevant, since the definition of “mistake” is playing a major role.
I guess my mistake was simply not being attentive enough to the road. I wasn’t speeding, I wasn’t under the influence (it happened as I was trying to pull in to my work’s driveway), I wasn’t sleepy or tired. I simply somehow did not see the motorcycle coming towards me. There was no malice involved, nor negligence, but it’s still my responsibility to pay attention to all hazards on the road and act accordingly.
Sometimes our brains don’t work properly. It’s ok. You’ve held yourself accountable. You’re a bit more careful now, and so is he. That’s enough - it has to be.
Thanks for the kind words. I can only hope he feels the same. I wanted to reach out but my insurance advised against it.
Finished him off with a tire iron and buried him in a shallow grave. Sold the bike to a scrapyard. Spent the money on whippets.