A cautionary tale
When I got on the bus to head home Tuesday evening, I saw my friend Jerry on the bus.
"Hey, Jerry, how's it going, man?"
"Oh, pretty good. Want to know how I spent my birthday?"
"Yeah!"
He pulls a folded copy of The Olympian out of his bag. On the front page is a picture of a flattened car. "My son survived that."
"Holy..." I read the article. "Holy..." I look at the picture again. "Holy..."
"... shit," Jerry finishes for me. "The doctors told me that only one in 100 people survive this kind of accident. Greg only needed a few stitches."
Greg was apparently going a little too fast and following the car in front of him a little too closely. When the car in front of him braked, he braked too, and went end-over-end in mid air, not hitting anyone else, and landed in the median.
So... all of you out there who like the going fast, and the following close behind... heads up. You might not be this lucky:
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Allen, on Friday, April 8, 2005 at 5:44 AM:
My wife's grandmother was on I95 (in florida) and fell asleep and veered off the side of the road, and rolled the car, according to witnesses, at least 3 times. The people who stopped to help were surprised to see a 76 year old great-grandmother get out of the car and walk away from it... un-scratched.
Christian, on Friday, April 8, 2005 at 11:15 AM:
Ack! Last week I was road-tripping to a meeting at Kamehameha schools (gorgeous campus, btw) when the driver started to fidget with his stereo and totally forget he was driving (on H1). We came about 3 inches from a similar fate until the two of us started screaming at him. In retrospect, the histrionics probably weren't such a good idea...
gracie, on Friday, April 8, 2005 at 7:17 PM:
That could be Juan. She's always up people's asses.