I don't normally report on motorcycle rider fatalities, but this one hit home with me and several of the friends I ride with. It happene...
I don't normally report on motorcycle rider fatalities, but this one hit home with me and several of the friends I ride with.
It happened last Friday, around 7:39am, along the I-15 through Victorville. Bien Baillargeon was struck by a hit-and-run driver, a dark-colored "truck" as we understand, while riding up to Las Vegas Bikefest. We don't know if it was a pick-up truck or larger. Details are sketchy on exactly how it happened, but the concensus seems to be that the truck hit her from behind and sent her flying off the bike.
Bien was a member of our club, and having ridden with her many times, she was a class act. The thing that I remember about her the most is that she was always positive and upbeat. She was religious, but never preached it to anyone. What's more, if there were several of us hanging out, she'd make sure she chatted with everyone.
I still have trouble accepting the notion that she's gone. It still doesn't seem real. We all spent the days and nights at Las Vegas Bikefest thinking about her, telling stories that we remember of her, and drank a toast to her memory.
Perhaps she'll be watching over our rides now, and protecting us from what dangers lie ahead. Had that been in her power, that's what she would've done for us anyways.
It happened last Friday, around 7:39am, along the I-15 through Victorville. Bien Baillargeon was struck by a hit-and-run driver, a dark-colored "truck" as we understand, while riding up to Las Vegas Bikefest. We don't know if it was a pick-up truck or larger. Details are sketchy on exactly how it happened, but the concensus seems to be that the truck hit her from behind and sent her flying off the bike.
Bien was a member of our club, and having ridden with her many times, she was a class act. The thing that I remember about her the most is that she was always positive and upbeat. She was religious, but never preached it to anyone. What's more, if there were several of us hanging out, she'd make sure she chatted with everyone.
I still have trouble accepting the notion that she's gone. It still doesn't seem real. We all spent the days and nights at Las Vegas Bikefest thinking about her, telling stories that we remember of her, and drank a toast to her memory.
Perhaps she'll be watching over our rides now, and protecting us from what dangers lie ahead. Had that been in her power, that's what she would've done for us anyways.
