I was riding my bike up to my daughters soccer game with the ball and a box of munchkins in the saddlebags. I cut through a shopping center parking lot and as I rode up to the back driveway, I saw a driverless jeep in the middle of it, and a smashed up minivan still in the road. It had *just* happened, no police or spectators yet. I yelled to some lady asking if everyone was all right, then was going to turn around and split when I saw the jeep wasn't involved, so I was wondering where the other vehicle was. I peaked through some bushes and saw a sport bike on it's side way up on the grass, fairly far from the crash site. I parked and went over to the guy, but he was on his cell already, lying on the grass looking like he was in some pain, more people were gathering and I heard someone else calling for an ambulance for him already. I asked him how he was, what happened, and just momentarily hung out. He said he was just riding straight and she turned left right in front of him, he had nowhere to go. I shut off his bike and picked up a couple of the big pieces of fairing that were on the street and put them over by his bike. A woman nearby looked at me all angry and said "He was just driving strait and this woman in the van turned right in front of him! I saw the whole thing!" I thought this lady was going to go smack the minivan driver... I went back to my bike for a minute, the minivan driver caught up to me and said "You guys on your motorcycles just ride so fast and crazy! He was trying to swerve around me and..." I didn't know if she was accusing me, trying to reduce some guilt that she just nearly killed someone, trying not to look terrible to me, or what, so I just interrupted her and said "I wasn't here, I don't know what happened, but I know people in cars often don't see bikes or misjudge a motorcycle's distance. But he's not dead or doesn't appear to have broken bones, so it's not that bad." (I was assuming no broken bones cause he was moving around so much). The bike was TRASHED. I'm guessing she got in front of him while he was at a decent speed, and somehow he nailed the front side of the minivan, then kept going another 150 feet where the bike hit a guy wire for a utility pole. I'm guessing by the antifreeze trail, it dumped right after impact and he slid that whole way. The rider was thrown from the bike, knocked out of one shoe, and the visor on his helmet broke off, and the helmet looked road-rashed. By the time I left, cops were cutting off his pant leg and his legs were all cut up. He was wearing an armored jacket, helmet, and armored gloves, all of which probably significanlty reduced his injuries, helmet probably saved his life. What really irked me and got right under my skin was that 7 cops showed up (in different cars), and they immediately started breaking the bike riders' chops. He was a black guy on a sport bike. I know I've considered most of them a-holes en masse when driving my car, but alone, they're not showing off and pretty decent aboutthe road. Whether this guy was right or wrong didn't matter immediately, the cops immediately started badgering the guy. "How fast were you going? Did she have a signal on?" and their attitude was like he was the one that screwed everything up. They asked for his MC license and he said "The licensed guy I was riding with kept going". Well crap, the guys' out on his permit and wrecked, you don't need half a brain to know his line is BS. Not good, but I think the cop would've been more effective not immediately taking an accusatory approach to him and looking for the bad thing he did. I'm not bashing cops, I'm just really disappointed at the obvious stereotype they must have immediately cast on him. So seeing as how I'm riding around on my permit, and I've seen fairly courteous behavior from other drivers around here, this wreck has been bugging me all day... Not enough to make me stop riding, but I'm thinking twice about the t-shirt and gloveless riding I'm so comfortable with now.