Hidden Danger

All of my life, I’ve loved motorcycles and the idea of riding. Years upon years of constant nagging and lecturing from my family on the dangers of accidents and crashing never dampened my fascination with the freedom and connectedness afforded by riding a bike on the open road.

So, when I was in my 20’s and was finally able to afford my own bike without the need to get a loan or have my parents sign off on some government-mandated note saying I could ride without supervision, I happily purchased an old cruiser. I was soon roaring down highways and backroads, bursting with pride at the acknowledgement given to me by my riding peers as they passed by.

Motorcycles and their riders thrive in much of our glorious country, and nowadays as I ride my bike through the highways connecting my compound in an UNDISCLOSED LOCATION to the larger interstate, I find it to be one of life’s simple pleasures. When you ride in the REAL America, there is nothing but you, the road, and the wind whistling past your ears.

Unfortunately for me, I was born in the overcrowded rat nest that is southern California. I soon realized that most rides would be filled with anxiety over the morons in wheeled cages around me that didn’t notice anything on the road except the chance to hop over into the next lane to get an extra 30 feet ahead in traffic.

The blissful rides in empty highways were reserved for early morning weekend rides into the hinterlands, bookended by terrifying forays into freeways and city streets packed with aggressive mongoloids with eyes glued to the sandwiches they were stuffing into their faces rather than the lane they were unknowingly invading.

This finally culminated into the first and only crash I would ever get into, and the last time I would ever ride in the state. As I passed an intersection, the car ahead of me pulled into my lane and screeched to a stop as it rushed to get into the entrance of a shopping center. Bracing myself, I hit both the front and rear brakes, and unfortunately the speed and force I put into hitting the rear brakes caused the bike to immediately fishtail and throw me off, skidding to a stop right before both myself and the bike hit the now slowly turning car.

I was lucky that day, as I got off with some ruined safety equipment, a few scrapes and a severely sprained wrist. I could have easily been going just a little bit faster or not been able to stop at all before hitting the stopped car, and that might have cost me a whole lot more than just a couple of scratches.

For those of us who have not been so lucky, the costs of medical attention and the subsequent loss of work or employment might have a much worse and long-lasting effect on our lives. For them, a good attorney might mean the difference between the crash being an inconvenience or a life-ruining event.

That’s why we’re spotlighting a local southern Californian attorney that can assist you in getting the appropriate recompense after a motorcycle accident caused by one of the many dopes driving around the state: Villasenor Law Offices. The firm has decades of experience navigating the complex landscape of personal injury law and the insurance system, and has secured a significant number of clients the compensation they deserve after such an accident, as attested to by a number of reviews on Yelp and Google:

Read Christina T.‘s review of Villasenor Law Offices on Yelp

While I may be lucky to have not only survived my accident without much in the way of injury, many in southern California can’t say the same. If you or someone you know has gotten in a crash and are having difficulties with their or the responsible party’s insurance company, get them over to Villasenor.

Villasenor Law Offices

+18587077771

12396 World Trade Dr Suite 211, San Diego, CA 92128

The COVID HOAX And Its Effect On YOU

Well, folks, the results are in: this worldwide pandemic is a SHAM created by the elites to get us used to meekly submitting to their authority. The closures have done nothing except help further degrade and DESTROY the American middle class, the elite’s greatest and most implacable foe, who has for generations resisted the gradual decline into servitude so desired by our rulers.

Now, they have moved on to their next tactic, instilling a general fear in us, making us afraid to go outside, to do business with one another, and to chain us to our desks in our own homes, reducing us to economic units under house arrest, always fearing the next wave of layoffs and unemployment to make sure we’re good and servile to our corporate masters. Now, my friends, we have to find ways of protecting ourselves, our property, and our income.

In the modern world, the best form of financial protection at all levels of society is insurance. While I’m no fan of insurance companies in general, you can’t avoid the truth that securing the right kind of insurance may make the difference between your life continuing as normal after an unforeseen event (like COVID closures) and you ending up on the street.

Insurance, of course, comes in a variety of forms in both business and personal realms, with business insurance covering assets that your business uses in order to generate revenue and personal insurance covering the assets that you personally own for your every day life. Landlord, Workers Comp, earthquake, fire, whatever your situation in life and what you do, there is more than likely a variety of insurances that would benefit and protect what you hold most dear.

For our southern California readers, we recommend two things. First, storm the beaches. There’s no way the police state can arrest or fine us all, and very little likelihood that those would hold up in court if you are caught by the authorities. The people of southern California DESERVE the beach, and we pay a hefty premium in order to have access to it. Sun and Steel protect our bodies, and the gyms and beaches must be opened to the public.

Second, get insurance that applies to you and your situation to make sure you’re covered during these wild, unscrupulous times. For that, we recommend you give our friendly State Farm agent in Santa Monica, a call. Arriving in Venice Beach in 2017, he’s quickly become a fixture of the community there, providing a valuable service with a friendly face and ensuring the residents of LA aren’t destroyed by the uncertainty and turmoil that surrounds us.

As time goes on and people become more agitated by the limitations to their freedoms mandated by an uncaring government, we can only expect things to become less stable by the day. Disruptions to the supply chain, no doubt planned ahead of time by the elite forces that guide our country in the shadows, are sure to rile up the population in the coming months and it pays to insure your property and assets now while things are still relatively calm.

To make sure your future is protected, give them a call:

Byron Galindo Insurance

(310) 823-5073

214 Pier Avenue Santa Monica, CA 90405-5423