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Author: Subject: The day Duane died, the facts the papers never heard

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  posted on 8/18/2015 at 01:42 PM
Friend of mine, just spent most of a sleepless night last night, reading it all. (ALL the posts here on this thread) She said she'd woke up, couldn't get back to sleep,... started reading the link I had sent her, then didn't care if she got back to sleep, or not,....she wanted to see what was going to happen (be said) next. Turns out she's an ABB fan.

I feel kinda quilty for keeping her up. We're friends,...but unseen/met friends. i.e. her younger brother has been a friend of mine over 25 years,... she finally just sent me a FB invite,... figured as long as we were going to share her brother,... we oughta get acquainted as 'family'

At Some point,... I'm gonna come back and read all the posts again.

 

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This is probably my first post here. Like a lot who first hear the Allman's, I wasn't a big fan of the music. I was more interested in Duane and the accident that killed him. I know that sounds morbid and I guess I should apologize for that.

However, Travis Tritt and Third Day (a Christian rock band from Atlanta, GA) both turned me onto the Allman's after I heard Travis's and then Third Day's versions of "Ramblin' Man" - needless to say, Third Day did the song note for note just like the Allman's - and it made me an instant fan - so much so that I had to find the song and put it on a CD that, unfortunately, now won't play because of being played SO much.

I'm 39 and I'm disabled with Cerebral Palsy. Gregg is supposed to be at Harrah's Cherokee Casino on January 9, 2016 (a day after what would have been Elvis Presley's 81st birthday - I'm also a huge Elvis fan).

I read "windsinger's" story about Duane's accident and death and it nearly had me in tears. I never had known what actually happened regarding Duane's accident. Thank you, Windsinger, for posting what you did. It is appreciated.

God Bless,
Tony Trout

P.S. I use bold and italics in my posts because I'm legally blind in my left eye due to Cerebral Palsy & Hydrocephalus. I hope that doesn't bother anyone.

 

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  posted on 1/3/2016 at 03:59 PM
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Like a lot who first hear the Allman's, I wasn't a big fan of the music.


I feel I must correct your statement that I quoted above. I know that I was blown away the first time I heard the ABB in the summer of 72. I heard At Fillmore East. It was amazing. I am sure that just about every memeber of this forum was an instant fan when they first heard the ABB!

How could anyone NOT be an instant fan? The ABB were/are the BEST!!!!!!

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Welcome Tony and don't worry about the typing...glad to have ya aboard!

 

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Like a lot who first hear the Allman's, I wasn't a big fan of the music.


I feel I must correct your statement that I quoted above. I know that I was blown away the first time I heard the ABB in the summer of 72. I heard At Fillmore East. It was amazing. I am sure that just about every memeber of this forum was an instant fan when they first heard the ABB!

How could anyone NOT be an instant fan? The ABB were/are the BEST!!!!!!

[Edited on 1/3/2016 by paulw718]

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Paul,

Let me say it this way. I wasn't a fan of the band until I heard Travis Tritt and Christian rock band, "Third Day" do a cover version of "Ramblin' Man." - after that, I hunted down some of their music (like the awesome "Statesboro Blues") and I loved them. However, I don't, unfortunately, have any of their CDs. That's not because of my liking or not liking the band - I just never have thought to go out and buy any.

 

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  posted on 1/4/2016 at 07:02 PM
Tony,

I apologize if I misinterpreted your statement. In my defense, I don't see this statement

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Like a lot who first hear the Allman's, I wasn't a big fan of the music.



as meaning anything but you didn't like them when you first heard them.
I did not intend to be critical of your posting. I just read that statement and interpreted it the way I did.

Sorry!

 

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  posted on 1/5/2016 at 04:26 AM
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This is probably my first post here

Always nice to see new folks here. This is remarkable thread.

 

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  posted on 3/22/2016 at 07:49 PM
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This is probably my first post here. Like a lot who first hear the Allman's, I wasn't a big fan of the music. I was more interested in Duane and the accident that killed him. I know that sounds morbid and I guess I should apologize for that.

However, Travis Tritt and Third Day (a Christian rock band from Atlanta, GA) both turned me onto the Allman's after I heard Travis's and then Third Day's versions of "Ramblin' Man" - needless to say, Third Day did the song note for note just like the Allman's - and it made me an instant fan - so much so that I had to find the song and put it on a CD that, unfortunately, now won't play because of being played SO much.


I'm 39 and I'm disabled with Cerebral Palsy. Gregg is supposed to be at Harrah's Cherokee Casino on January 9, 2016 (a day after what would have been Elvis Presley's 81st birthday - I'm also a huge Elvis fan).

I read "windsinger's" story about Duane's accident and death and it nearly had me in tears. I never had known what actually happened regarding Duane's accident. Thank you, Windsinger, for posting what you did. It is appreciated.

God Bless,
Tony Trout

P.S. I use bold and italics in my posts because I'm legally blind in my left eye due to Cerebral Palsy & Hydrocephalus. I hope that doesn't bother anyone.



It simply needed to be told. I came here just to set the record straight,... Thought I would post what happened, then disappear back into obscurity ? again,...
But things didn't work out that way,...
The very LAST thing I thought might happen was that I would make many awesome new friends.

I wasn't a fan either. I was all into folk music and ballads.

For obvious (?) reasons (i.e. morbid ones) I have actually tried to avoid the idea in any case.
But folks here introduced me to some music I can appreciate, and others I already knew and liked but hadn't been aware 'who' the actual band was who produced them
about a doz. folks from here are now on my Face Book friend's list,... Including Big Dave and Bluedad most especially,... Dave more than anyone else I absolutely ,...oh,... I just came to rely on him,... as a friend,... he's been a rock for me on many occasions,... and John ? I adore him ! he is So Sweet !!!
But the story,...
This year marks the 40th Ann. of my 2nd husband's loss,... come Veteran's Day Nov. 11
Where did time go ?
I was a bride and now I'm just an old broad

My current husband is presently in the hospital (where I'm writing from ) and he just reminded me that I should probably head home soon. He is having surgery in the morning to remove a body part,.... I thought I'd hang around to cheer him up but he's still scared and grumpy
Oh well,....
Anyway I set the story straight.
I came here tonight to get a link to the story to send to a new friend who it turns out is an ABB fan.
Need to do that and then scoot for home
~ Wind

 

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  posted on 4/10/2016 at 05:27 PM
Not sure if you're still around, but if you're interested in other Duane playing here's some of his best:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8oZAeL084Q

I posted this on youtube and cut out the bulk of the song (first ~20 minutes). It ends with Duane playing three solos back to back to back... one on slide and then two without. It has some of the most beautiful playing ever in my opinion, and he accomplished it all live... three times in a row. Even some of the best guitarists don't sound great live, but Duane was always amazing. AND he was only 24 and was somehow able to put all that emotion and feeling into a guitar solo. I can't imagine what else he would have come up with if he had lived longer.

 

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I was trying to think,... Chuck had said that night that "a kid,.... a KID, ran under my truck,.... and he's dead,..."
I had pictured a 3 or 4 year old child,..... being pregnant with our first,... and while Chuck was clearly in-shock, I had felt a chill go down my spine picturing a small young body mangled beneath the huge heavy tires of the construction truck Chuck usually drove.

But finally I had asked him how old the child was ?
And Chuck just blinked without apparent understanding and finally said " Uh, 23 "

23 ? That wasn't a 'kid' that was a grown man,... Chuck, himself, was 23.

(Chuck had already had his BD for '71,... but Duane was weeks away from his for the year,.. when he would have turned 24,... OLDER than my young husband who had perceived him as 'a kid'. )

But Chuck was an Illinois Country Boy who had never really had much of a childhood,... and his teen years were filled with school, followed by hard physical labor on the farm with his Dad and his older brothers. The same night he graduated from school his father had confronted him and his twin, and informed them "OK,... I've done MY job,... I've raised you,... now you're done with school,... I want you (two) to go join the military (and get Out of My house) or I will sign you into the Army"
He was a cold man with 11 children,.. and already 50-something when Chuck and his twin were born.
Kenny joined the Army and Chuck the USAF.
The War was in full swing in Viet Nam. Chuck completed his basic training and was sent over.
(He was in 5 th MOB,... a radar unit stationed in Bin Thuy, Viet Nam.)
I met him after he chose Warner Robins, GA. as his last base to be stationed at before the USAF released him from duty. He'd been back about 4 months when he met me at the USO at a Halloween party there,... I was a new volunteer. It was love-at-first-sight or him. He dropped a ravishing beauty officer's daughter to pursue me,... I led him a merry chase,... I was coming out of a young marriage to a 4-F brick-layer who had no worries of ever being drafted. Marriage was the very Last thing I had any interest in,... so I worked the USO long enough to get my 50 hour pin, but I eventually agreed to marry my best friend,... the hard-working Yankee country-boy. He worked at first for Bell South,... but then took a position as a foreman for Sam Halls and Sons construction in Macon. Chuck was a work-a-holic. He was clean-shaven, if his hair touched his collar he demanded I trim it for him,.. His work uniform was jeans and T-shirts, but usually just jeans and steel-toed work boots,... he'd shed his shirt at the drop of a hat and allow the hot Southern sun to bronze his wide muscular shoulders. In the Summer, he easily worked 60 hour weeks or more (but always paid for 40) ( 3 $ an hour at the time of his own death, Nov. 11, 1976)
Chuck had never had long hair,.. he'd never been allowed to be 'young' and free. As a teen, he worked after-school jobs when weather didn't allow for much farm work,... he turned every single penny he made, over to his strict father,. to help pay his room and board under the older man's iron rule. At the time of his graduation and subsequent enlistment in the USAF, he'd never had a real 'date',... he simply had never had the luxury of a car or money-in-his-pocket. Joining the USAF he was able to get a car,... but then had to leave it behind until he got back from Nam. He'd dated a little after he got back but the beautiful spoiled officer's daughter laid claim, and Heaven-help any female who looked twice at the guy on her arm,... she'd Shred um !
Then he met me.
And she was history from the moment he laid eyes on me at the USO.
OMG
I finally checked a calendar. Chuck met me on Oct 29 of '68
Duane's accident was on the same date in 1971 (my son was born on Dec. 25 of '71 )
(I know the dates because I met him at a Halloween party at the USO,.. on a Tues. night,... my 2nd time there, and he proposed 8 days later)

Anyway,... Chuck was 23 at the time of the accident, and he perceived the equally young male who'd been on the bike as a 'kid',.... someone who had the kinds of freedom of youth to pursue his dreams,... something Chuck had never had.
My best friend was a work-a-holic,... a 'straight-arrow' as someone here described him. The man didn't smoke, didn't drink, and had never tried a drug in his life.
His favorite singer was Wayne Newton. (I was a fan of folk music and Paul Anka )
Having married at 15 and a mother at 16, I'd missed the freedom of teen years also,... divorced at 18 and married to Chuck at 18, then once more a mother at 21,... the Hippies and fun music scene around Macon-city might as well have been aliens on another planet for all the impact of it on our lives,.. which were so filled with work and responsibilities,...

But Duane was long-haired and though older than Chuck, he was perceived as a younger free-spirit and in many ways we envied those folks,... I always seemed to be listening to my folk music while changing diapers and trying to make ends meet on a pay-check that was often considerably less than that of the men beneath him who got paid for all their warmer-weather over-time.
We'd sacrificed our youth and freedom to obligations,... but it was the lives we were ment to have,... and ultimately we had a fine son,... who ended up growing up without a dad to guide him.
My son turns 45 this year,... a full 40 years after his Dad's loss,... Our son is one to be proud of,.. a 'straight-arrow' non-smoker drinker, drug user, hard-worker like his Dad and I.
He works lower-end management at a Fortune 500 company in N. Georgia.
His dad is his hero,.... I've tried to make a record of all I can re. his Dad,... someone should have,... and I've been the best qualified,..

So here I came many years ago now, to correct History's record of his Dad.
And I ended up making many friends here as a bonus I never anticipated.
Yeah, I'm still around. I hang-out at Face Book these days
My health is fairly good,... I take 4 pills every morning,... 2 are allergy meds,.. and the other 1 and a half are BP meds. I'm an avid gardener,.. a traditional woodworker and an accomplished Woodcarver,... recently a friend's musician brother was contemplating having a guitar carved with something fanciful. My friend of over 30 years, who's a correctional officer in Macon, told him of me,... and assured him I could do what he wanted done,... to his satisfaction,... the only question was whether or not I would accept the commission. I was sent a pix of what he wanted,.... no problem, I can do it,... now he's thinking about the whole thing and looking at setting aside the funds for it, before we start talking serious business. That's OK,... I can't start working on that right now anyway,... my present husband has just gotten out of the hospital a few weeks ago,... more dead than alive when I found him March 18 th. The Doctors got his kidneys back functioning, .. I was hours away from becoming a widow again,.. but he's doing great now,... and will hopefully take up his Black-smithing hammer again in the near future,... my son by Chuck wants to learn the craft, and since he's moved nearby recently, it's going to work out fine.
But anyway,... for an old broad these days,... I'm doing pretty good


 

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  posted on 5/9/2016 at 06:22 PM
Windsinger you are a very special lady! Like wise BP meds and allergies pills I can live with that. Take care, Dan

 

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Hello new friends!

This is my first post so I will look for the proper place to post an introduction of myself, such as it is. I have been lurking and binge reading threads, this one especially. (I nearly typed binge "eating" which is too close to the truth.) It is interesting to read about folks who live or lived in my area as I reside in a small town you drive through on the way to somewhere else, including Macon. We have to go to Macon or Griffin if we want anything you can't find at Ingle's, CVS or McDonalds.

I have been a fan of the Allman Brothers since I was about 8 years old and I have a prized autograph from Gregory on a Brewmaster's napkin. I lived in Augusta at the time.

Thank you for letting me join the group. I look forward to spending time here.

 

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Yesterday was the 40-th Ann. of my Chuck's loss (Veteran's Day 1976)

I wanted to post here, then, but don't have home internet and besides, I make all the anniversaries Count, by doing something special to celebrate the life he gave back to me before he lost his own.

Here I am,... 40 years after the fact,... still reasonably healthy ( a LOT healthier than Chuck's son born Dec. 25, 1971,.... I'd been greatly pregnant with him at the time of Duane's accident)

Anyway,... I'm still around, and when I'm not being a slave at my place in the country (Blue Ridge Foothills) hauling around fieldstone, lumber and Concrete blocks and tree trunk sections,... (yeah,.. I'm a real 'Earth Mother' as they used to call it in the 70s ) I'm making 'art' as a woodcarver. I'm fairly well known for that in the South East,... I can Google the alias I do my work under and quite a bit of links pop up

But yesterday was pretty special,... another milestone in a life.
This year I chose to spend 9 and a half hours typing a story of another life lost from mine,... an incredible woman who touched my life in the best possible ways,.. i.e. she loved me as a daughter she'd never had,... but she had wound up dying by her own hand when she was only a year older than I am now.
She died because she kept a terrible secret,... that her husband was an abusive alcoholic / drunk who on occasion hit her over the almost 50 years of their marriage. She kept his secret and in the end, made the decision that her life would Never get better, and she couldn't endure anymore.

So yesterday I started drafting her story to eventually post to Al-Anon,... to finally give her the voice she'd never had the courage to speak with,... I wrote out her story, and tried to make her 'Real' and not totally forgotten. She was a Grande lady,... as close to being a Saint as anyone I've ever met,..... and she loved me,... warts and all,..... because I had loved her son, my present husband.
For the last 26 years I have lived a shadow of her life,... but I will not take her path,... My voice has been used,... my friends are numerous and circle around me giving me strength to survive,... some of them are from here (Dave, Ron, someday we may meet,... if I'm not too old by then to remember 'who' you are () )

40 years later.
I head for Macon next week.
I'll be there a couple of 3 days or so, and then back to my mountainous greenwoods.

Anyway,... just touching bases
~ Windsinger

 

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  posted on 11/15/2016 at 04:39 AM
You are special person

 

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  posted on 11/15/2016 at 01:11 PM
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Ahhhhh,... so NICE to be appreciated

 

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  posted on 9/16/2018 at 09:15 PM
I was at the accident scene of Duane Allman's death.


The following is an absolutely truthful recollection of my memory.

I have been struggling with telling what I experienced but I just found and read the old post from Windsinger and have to get this off my chest. I am very sorry if this remembrance brings pain to those who loved him, but it must be told.

Windsinger, did Chuck tell you another car was there and involved in the accident?
I am sorry he has passed and at such a young age.


I was a sophomore at a Florida college, 18 years old. Back in those days, marijuana was a clandestine activity, not legal in some States as it is now. Getting busted was wrecking your life. I had smoked some weed for 2 years when it was about $15 or $20 bucks an ounce for decent Jamaican bud, $10 for Mexican dirt-weed, and $40 for an ounce of killer Colombian weed. I had a large (in those days) sum of cash just deposited in the bank, about $1,200 from my student loan which was to last the whole school year, and a fairly straight-looking acquaintance who had sold me the 2 or 3 ounces of stuff I had bought freshman year suggested I might like to buy a pound and pay for my own use with some sales to friends. It was scary to make that leap. I had never dealt, had just been one of the common hippies, everywhere, smoking weed.

This acquaintance said to meet me with the cash at a place and time. He showed up with an older hippie driving a sedan like a Chevy Biscayne and wanted my money to take with him. I was afraid to let it go, so they said yeah, come along. I sat in the back and the hippie driver took us to somewhere around Macon. I was lost, never been there, plus we smoked in the car while we drove up there. We parked outside some house, but my acquaintance and I had to stay inside the car. We waited until the older hippie came out with a few paper shopping bags. We drove away, I gave him the cash and I was amazed to look inside to see all the pot; I had never seen more than a few ounces together at the same time. I just started rolling joints, and we smoked them like cigarettes.

We had not left the town yet and the acquaintance was looking on a paper map to find the route back home. It was late afternoon and I just was expecting getting home late that night. It was still daylight.

The was a pipe/drill truck in front of us swerving all over the road, side to side. I see from Windsinger's account that her husband "...knew the potholes." That is the missing link of this story.

Our hippie driver was trying to pass unsuccessfully, losing his patience. Then, roaring up on us from behind, very quickly, a motorcyclist, clearly a long-haired hippie, pulled-up behind us. I am fairly certain he had NO helmet on since Florida required them. I had a motorcycle, so I remember that his hair was flying. I estimate we were doing 30-40 mph. The motorcyclist yelled at us or the truck in frustration a few times. I got to look back to see him attempting to pass several times, as we were were trying, but he also could not get a clear lane.

Our hippie driver raced up the right side when the truck took the whole left lane, as if he was going to make a left turn at the intersection on the 2-lane road, illegally, but before we got fully even with it, he veered back into the right lane, but as he saw us there, he veered back to the left. Our driver went on the shoulder and stopped abruptly to avoid a collision, and there was a slight vehicle-vehicle contact. The hippie driver cursed the bad luck. That's when I heard the motorcycle's engine accelerate abruptly as the motorcyclist attempted to race around the truck, then a crashing sound, and an engine racing. I could see under the truck that the cyclist was down. We got out of the car and ran around the back.

The blond rider was under the bike. The most clear thing I remember is that the left foot-peg was in the left side of his abdomen. There was no bleeding; it just looked indented into him all the way to the pavement. The chain was off the drive wheel. The bike was racing and I think I found the ignition switch since I was also a rider. I know this conflict's with Chuck's account.

The cyclist was holding his hands up, fingers in claws, with road abrasions. He was in pain but not screaming in pain, more in a state of disbelief or denial, regret, or anger for a mistake, shock.

I had been a lifeguard for 2 summers, even had saved a 3-year old girl by using artificial resuscitation once. (Since then, I've used it 3 more times, saving one more person, but one victim died of his stabbing wounds...thwarted robbery in Anchorage, the other long-drowned.)

I had taken a lot of First Aid training and knew we needed to get the bike off the victim. We tried lifting but made no movement of it and it was too hot to handle; I dreaded how much the victim was being burnt, but it was the weight on him and the foot-peg causing the most damage.

Everyone was screaming directions to no one in particular, confusion. At first we wanted the driver to back-up off it so we could lift the bike off him. The problem was that the dual-wheel axles had a mud-flap mount between them which was mashed into the bike's fender; the front tire of the two sat squarely on the bike's rear tire, on the spokes, not on the chainwheel. Moving anything would have dragged him backwards. (to this day, I am 90% certain it was a dually-axle truck, but nonetheless, the fender was mashed in with the truck mad-flap mount.)

We realized we could not do anything but the older-hippie would have nothing to do with staying as we were holding and the cops would have searched our vehicle. I protested but realized there was nothing we could do. Some bystanders had come over and someone ran off to call a fire department and an ambulance. We left and drove back nearly in silence the whole way.

I thought at the time it would take a jack or a crane to lift it up, but now realize that firemen would saw the wheel in mere minutes to extract him. The fatal damage was already done.


The straight-looking acquaintance passed me on campus a few days later and said, "That guy on the bike was Duane Allman! Duane Allman! We killed Duane Allman!" I never saw him or the older hippie ever again.

I gave away much of the pound I bought. I have never bought any other quantity, nor
I have never dealt any other drugs, nor have I used anything stronger than weed.


I had no control of the driving of any of the three drivers. I do not feel guilty, just horribly sad that one of the greatest musicians whom God ever created was taken so ignominiously. This confession is nothing more than an attempt at catharsis for me, but none of life's experiences can be undone.



A month or so later, my best friend and roommate dated a woman named Debbie Loos. She had been a close friend of the Allman clan and they had even called her after he died. There is an unknown karma to this vale of tears, I believe, as in Berry Oakley's and Chuck's deaths..... Many times, I believe Duane has been a passenger to my thoughts.

I believe he and Gregg are jamming with Jimi and B.B and John Lee like Heaven has never heard before!


I've had an amazing life, sometimes difficultly hard or unfair, and am now retired, finally in a loving relationship.

It is phenomenal how old, long-buried memories come back so clearly when a career or life's troubles do not consume one's daily life. I am sorry I could not have done more, somehow prevented it or saved him. I have regrets I was a helpless witness to a coinciding of many unfortunate single actions which culminated in a wonderful man's death. It was "wrong place, wrong time."

Perhaps that is the tale for every man's passage from this world, that we have our appointment to meet our Maker and nothing can change our fates.

As your remains rest, Duane, may your spirit and soul soar forever!!!

 

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  posted on 9/16/2018 at 09:43 PM
Frank Lee,

I am sorry but none of your story matches anything that has been written about the accident. Candace and Dixie arrived on the scene minutes after the accident and neither of them reported a third car being there nor did they report any other individuals trying to help Duane. The bike was found 90 feet down the street, not on top of Duane. The truck was going in the opposite direction that you claim it was going. It was coming towards Duane. Duane was wearing a helmet with the strap cut. The police report matched Wind Singers account, not yours.

I am sorry but I do not believe your story. I hope Wind Singer can put her thoughts about your story in words on this thread.

[Edited on 9/17/2018 by paulw718]

 

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  posted on 9/17/2018 at 12:32 PM
Paul,

I was dreading reading what replies might come, but I am relieved by what you wrote.

I was not lying or trying to pull a scam of any sort. If I was, I would have researched those glaring facts that are different and incorporated them into a fabricated tale. What I wrote really happened although I was not sure of the date it all happened or even if it was the right town. A motorcyclist who was not Duane Allman was pinned under his bike that day because of a 3-driver accident, but I have no idea what became of him. I was in shock to be at the accident. What gets me is that the non-driver thought it was Duane. It was not.

I swear that on my soul I am not lying or trying to be a web star because I surely never go for that type of hollow fame. This may be the last post I ever make, but I am relieved I was not a party to the tragic event of Duane's passing. Honest to God, I have carried guilt inside for 45 years.

I sincerely apologize to Windsinger . It was her recollection which caused me to post my experience. I apologize to readers of this thread because I was truly mistaken.

Frank

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  posted on 9/17/2018 at 09:49 PM
Frank, I was actually thinking that your story sounded like a different accident. So, you sound like you are telling what you experienced but I do think it was a different accident. You described a scene where the cyclist received obvious severe injuries as you talked about not being able to lift the bike of of him because it was too hot, which would indicate that the cyclist received burns on his body. Duane did not have any visible injuries except for some scratches. I could go on about all the details but they are all in this thread.

And besides, Duane didn't seem like a guy that would yell at a driver for going to slow on a road that was meant to be driven carefully.

So, I do believe that accident you saw was a different accident.

Check out this photo of Duane's bike lying on the side of the road after it landed on him and then skidded 90 feet down the road. It indicates that the bike did not remain on top of Duane as the bike in the accident you saw remained on top of that rider.

https://www.duaneallman.info/images/motorcycle1.jpg


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  posted on 10/18/2018 at 02:03 PM
I just saw this.

I, too, believe you are 'remembering' a different accident,.... whether real or MJ created.

I had a difficult time reading it, and confess that after about half of your story, I simply gave up and just skimmed over the rest.

Chuck was never 'weaving' all over Any road,.... the potholes were in Bartlett, which was not paved at the time. (and he slowed once he turned on that road, to gently take the potholes after he thought his truck clear of the road behind him)

Yes,... I was told of 'another vehicle' at the scene of the accident.
I was told by the police that same night, that there had been a car behind Chuck and they had talked with the driver and taken his statement.

The driver had stated (NOTHING about Chuck doing any weaving on the paved road)
He said he had had to do some waiting behind Chuck because Chuck was patiently waiting for the traffic in the on-coming lane to clear the hill, so he could safely make his turn.

The man told the police that Chuck did not make his turn until that hill was absolutely Clear.

The police said that Chuck's truck was " almost totally clear of the lane,....not enough to allow a full-sized vehicle to pass between it and the car of the man who'd been waiting for Chuck to turn from in front of him,.... but certainly enough room for someone on a motorcycle who was going the posted speed limit, "

which Duane had not been.

When I First started reading your post, I thought you were that man in that car. (ONLY ONE MAN WAS IN IT, according to the police) and I'd thought 'How cool,.... I finally get to find out who he was !'


But as I continued to read, I felt like I was reading about a whole different accident,.....

and as I continued to read, I became positive of that.

I'll have to come back and read it again, but as has already been stated,.... your version is NOT how things were. The police that night were doing their best to reassure me that based on the other driver's statement,.. and their own investigation,... there was Zero reason for Chuck or I to worry about him having done anything illegal to cause the accident. My late pregnancy was clearly part of their concern.

Chuck could not have been 'weaving' all over the road as I have understood you to say. He was a tee-totaler and did not 'do' anything recreationally (nor do I,... but I've attended some pretty wild parties where others were drinking heavy, smoking pot etc.
Chuck didn't touch anything but coffee, soft drinks and Georgia Sweet tea) And as stated, already, the pot holes were in the side road, not in the paved one.


Chuck turned off that bike. (The light was fading, and when he'd gone back to the intersection and was looking around to try and figure out what had happened, he said he "heard the bike racing like crazy" so he'd located it and turned it off,... and then he said "I went looking for the rider"
i.e. Duane was not UNDER the bike he'd turned off, but quite a-ways from it. Chuck still in a daze of sorts had made a statement that I hadn't questioned/wondered about at the time,... "so much blood" But the folks here said there hadn't really been any blood at the scene worth mentioning


So when I saw the photo of the bike and all the fluid it lay in,.... I'm guessing that that was what Chuck mistook in the bad light, to be blood, as dusk colors turn to cold blue shades at a certain point in the fading light,... and most everything looks kinda black and white ( I am an artist,... I can testify to that phenomime) Warm colors like red will appear black with the loss of enough light.

So I'm guessing that when he saw the fluids,.... he just assumed it was blood from the rider,... who was NOT with the bike.

When Chuck found the rider,... he noted that he'd lost his helmet,... (which a few years back my present husband and I learned (from a guy at the nearby lumber yard) that Duane himself cut the straps off the helmet as he'd left the store with it, after buying it because he mumbled they were 'ugly'

Chuck never had a chance to do anything more than locate where Duane lay, before the car Dixie was in crested the hill and she jumped out, running towards him crying "You killed my husband, you killed my husband !!!"

If your story wasn't so far-fetched and inaccurate to the proven facts,... I would be more interested in learning what new it might disclose,... but in truth it became quite uncomfortable to read.

Not because it said different things about my husband than I knew/believed, but because it is simple not the way things were.

Oh yes,... and I was reminded that Duane's hair was not blond like his brothers but more red.

(p.s. Thank you Paul)

 

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  posted on 10/18/2018 at 03:56 PM
I just came back and completely read the post.

I highly doubt Dixie would have mentioned the car that had been behind Chuck's (the ONLY witness, according to what the police told ME ) He had merely stuck around to answer the questions of the police, because That is a Ga. law,... as I understand it,... that witnesses must wait around until they've given their statement and been given the OK to go.

Dixie's attention was focused on Duane and Chuck.


The police went over Chuck's truck with a fine tooth comb and said they found Zero indication that the bike had ever struck the truck,... much less to have a wheel atop any portion of bike wheel,... if I understand your story correctly ?


And as Paul says,.... Duane was coming from the OPPOSITE direction,.... down the hill.
Chuck was Facing the hill,.... and the driver behind him waiting, said they had been waiting several minutes for the hill to be clear of all traffic before Chuck began his turn (which was 100 % legal)

That driver made no mention of any other vehicle and any other men.

Chuck had broken no laws,..... If Duane had been going the 35 MPH posted speed limit on that road,... Chuck would have been totally clear of the intersection Long before Duane arrived at it.

While I lived in Macon (some 8 years) but only 3 years or so at the time of Duane's accident,... I had driven down that road Duane, had traveled, Many a time,... both coming and going, from the shop on Bartlett Chuck had turned into.

Chuck said nothing to me of ANY other PPL or vehicles, than his own, Duane's bike, and the car 'the girls were in' (Dixie and her lady friend)
Even Chuck had not mentioned the car behind him (which sat to wait for the police)

I learned of that car from the police.

Come to think of it,... you seem to totally leave out Chuck's part in all this,..... what was He doing as y'all tried to help Duane ?
Chuck stated that He turned off the racing-like-crazy bike,... so how could you have ?

From the way Chuck told me,... there were only mere seconds between the time he turned off the bike, 90 feet away, and finally located Duane in the fading light and Dixie's arrival. i.e. Chuck had only had time enough to locate Duane and note his missing helmet (which I understood him to say he had spotted elsewhere) Yet you say Duane was not wearing one as he sped along. He was either wearing one while he road, or he wasn't,.... one didn't suddenly materialize after the accident, unless it had been on his head before it.

I mean Chuck located Duane, noted he had lost his helmet, (He said he had 'Lost' it,... not that he wasn't wearing one,.... which implies that it was semi-nearby) and then Dixie was suddenly coming at him, screaming her horror over the scene.

If you had been there trying to help Duane,... when she arrived,... she would have been screaming at you in her anguish, not at Chuck.

So I'm just curious,..... what was Chuck supposedly doing this whole time as y'all tried to help Duane ?
What did Chuck say to you ?
What did Chuck look like ?
How was he dressed ? (He wore very specific work clothes to his job,... )


That's all I can think of to ask right now

Oh,.. please understand mine and Paul's questions,.... My own story was closely examined when I came posting here,.... folks suspicious of anyone trying to hoodwink them with some fabricated story about what REALLY happened that day. Apparently (as had been explained to me) from time to time someone comes here making claims they cannot prove,..... hoping for some attention, perhaps some degree of dark fame,... but I had come here, not necessarily expecting to be believed,.... but hoping I would be.

I was Scared. I didn't come here all cocky or anything,...
I came here hat-in-hand hoping I would be allowed to speak.
When the doubters came at me, I stood firm on the truths I knew, un-altered by drugs or alcohol,.... I faced every question.

Telling the truth is easy,.... I'm a REALLY POOR liar because I have better things to do with my time and mind than to try and remember what I told to who and then trying to dig myself out of a hole I created. There were times when I was hurt by awful things folks said,... but by that time I had begun to make some friends here,.. all these years later,....almost a dozen folks from here are still on my friends list at FB,... pretty much the same folks who came to my defense way back. (Linnie hunny, I miss you where ever you are !!!)

These folks have regularly had to deal with strays coming here, making claims they could not prove. For several weeks and months, I was regularly challenged. I took it in stride. I understood them not wanting to be played again.

You are here telling a story now.
You've put yourself under a microscope of folks who know Duane's story inside and out, and who know questions to ask that I'd never think of.

But I've already stood their test,... and I passed.
If my story is the way it was, and yours is different,... then it can't be called an 'alternate fact' The sun and the moon may both be hanging in a bright day sky,... and it still be day. but they both can't occupy a night sky in the same way.

As Paul said,.... you appear to recall a real accident,... but it could NOT be, Duane's accident.
BTW
I must have missed not only your note of Chuck's presence, but also Dixies,.... guess I'm going to have to go back and read it again to find out what part Dixie also played there.

 

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  posted on 10/18/2018 at 04:03 PM
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I'm afraid I had missed your second post reply to Paul.
I've read it now.
Clearly you ARE remembering another place and other PPl.
I wasn't trying to be mean, either.
Just trying to make sense of the inconsistencies.
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  posted on 10/19/2018 at 09:56 PM
Hi Windsinger, it's good to see you here again. It's amazing how something can trigger memories to such an extent that suddenly decades have no more weight than mere moments. Some sad things to remember, for sure.

Once again, thank you for coming here to share your story -- and yourself -- with us in the first place. And for sharing Chuck's memory here. I hope life is good for you these days.

 

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  posted on 10/20/2018 at 12:06 PM
I've contacted my ABB friend who verified my accounting of Chuck's accident here, and asked him to check into the one Frank Lee remembers.

Now we'll see what he might be able to find out about that earlier Bike accident,... find out if the rider survived,.....

i.e. Frank Knows it happened,.... but not what followed. Clearly it happened days before Duane's, and his friend assumed they were one and the same. What an AWFUL burden to carry around for so many years !!!

 
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