On December fourth of 2008 I had just bought me a new used Harley two days before. I was anxious to ride that day so around 1:30 I went to my dad's house to see if he wanted to ride to go get some lunch. After he agreed we hopped on to our bikes, my dad said, " ride on the right today my ears can't handle your straight pipes today." So we traveled north on a two lane road towards a small bar on the outside of town we have been to many times before. Five minutes into the run I get a bad feeling that something wasn't quite right. As we continued ahead of us we see a road worker utility truck traveling at a very slow speed. As we approached we began to slow down, after a couple of seconds my dad passed him on his left. Just as my dad passed the driver of the truck suddenly hit his brakes. I had no choice but to pass on the right to avoid hitting the truck, there was a crossroad there so a soon as half of my bike was in the clear he turned into me so sharp that my left foot and peg popped his front tire. Well needless to say that I went flying. After flipping all over the place I came to a stop face down in The dirt. My dad had heard the tire pop on the truck and came rushing to my side. Seem like it took forever for the paramedics to arrive, I could feel that my left leg was in pretty bad shape. All the paramedics would say was, "you'll be fine", and "find the rest of his foot".They proceeded to try to cut off my leather jacket and brand new Harley shirt I had just got from Vegas, I stop them and said, "oh no you don't I will take my jacket and my shirt off myself". I pushed my upper torso off the ground and held my self up with one arm while unzipping it with the other, they all thought I was nuts. When I got to the hospital I thought that the would put pins in my leg and reconstruct my foot, but when I woke from surgery I had a leg the look like it was from a Hollywood Frankenstein movie. They said that the entire leg was tore up so bad that they had to you pieces from different parts of the same leg to save what I had left. I have to be thank full that I still have my knee and my life. I can't stop thinking that if my dad had be riding on the left as he normally does what may have happened, I had a jacket and full face helmet, he didn't. Oh well that's what happened.