Hi folks, this thread is dedicated to a fellow motorcyclist whose life was significantly altered by an accident in 1999/2000. Her name was (i think!! ) Jackie Gray. I was riding along one night in Chatswood and happened to arrive at the scene just after it had happened. I think it was the corner of Boundary rd and Archer st but don't remember exactly. A Tarago van loaded with nightclubbers (on their way out) had run a red light and t-boned 'Jackie' on her GPX250 as she was turning right. They had been travelling at quite a rate of knots and absolutely knocked her for six. Both she and her bike were on the footpath to the left of the main road along which the van was travelling. Had it not been for the large fence that caught them, i'm sure that both bike and rider would have gone much further. Jackie's injuries were quite bad and when i (and another person) got to where she was, we both thought that she was dead. She didn't appear to be breathing and wasn't moving at all. One of her thighs had a compound break and had split open almost the entire length of her leg. Her hand was twisted badly and worst of all, one of her feet was missing. My initial reaction was one of helplessness, i just didn't know what to do nor where to start. The lady who was there with me called the police and ambulances while various other people turned up at the scene. The driver and passengers of the car made no attempt to come over and see if she was ok, instead they sat around the corner doing sweet f.a. I was angry with them but could only really focus on the near dead person less than 50m away, unlike some idiots. :evil: Soon after the call for help went out, Jackie regained consciousness. Then she began to moan and scream the most awful sound i have ever heard a person make! (understandibly of course) OMG, it was extremely intense because until then i had never seen anything like this. I just wanted to help somehow but couldn't offer anything that would have made her any better. However when the ambulance turned up i stayed and helped where i could, even if it was only holding the bags of fluid that were pumped into her. I also remember looking around with the police to try and find her missing foot but to no avail. That was really quite horrible, we just couldn't figure out where it ended up. Later on i found out which hospital she was in and i visited her while she was in a coma. But it got to the point where i just couldn't handle it anymore and had to let it all go. Until now. What i am looking for is not gratification or anything like that, i just want to find out if anyone here knows her and how she went afterwards! Hopefully this story will ring some bells for someone here, there is quite a substantial membership now. Like the thread title says, i just want closure and to know that she turned out ok. And if she happens to see this at all, i am sorry that i didn't keep coming to visit. Yours sincerely, Pete. edit: her name may have been spelled Jacqui.