(aka Bike) Part 698 by Angharad |
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Simon took me home, I was getting stiff and sore and covered in bits of sticky tape or butterfly strips. “How d’you know that copper?” I asked him as we drove.
“Masher? He used to be a good prop forward.”
“He’s huge.”
“Yeah, he’s put on a lot of weight, he was down to about eighteen stone when I knew him.”
“Eighteen stone, God, that’s um two hundred…”
“And fifty two pounds.”
“His poor knees must suffer, and he’ll be diabetic if he carries on.”
“Since when did you care, you were arguing with him.”
“I was cross that the police don’t take the risk to cyclists seriously enough.”
“They brought in a twenty mile an hour speed limit didn’t they?”
“In residential areas, but no one observes it.”
“You do, don’t you?”
“Mostly, especially when I have the girls with me.”
“I suppose I’d better collect them tonight.”
“What is the time?” I asked, relying on my bike computer for such things.
“Oops, I need to change the car.” He accelerated his Jaguar and despite my protests, drove like a lunatic to the house where, he practically carried me indoors and dashed off in my Golf, to fetch the girls.
“What happened?” asked Stella making me a cuppa.
“Mummy, Mummy, yous hurted.” Mima threw herself at me like a wraparound cannonball.
I explained the incident to Stella, who looked very upset. “That poor man.”
“What about the woman and her daughter, and more to the point, what about me and my poor bike?”
“You’re like Supergirl, unkillable or whatever it is?”
“Invincible, I think might be the term you’re looking for?”
“That’s the one, invincible Super Cathy.”
“Yeah, but the van could have been carrying kryptonite for all I knew.”
“But your X-ray vision would have detected it…”
“Not if it was lined with lead.”
“I hadn’t thought of that…” Stella paused.
“Mummy,” said Mima sitting on my lap, “wass kwiptite?”
“Kryptonite is a substance that is supposed to be able to poison Superman. Nothing else can hurt him…”
“Except Lois Lane,” quipped Stella.
“Who Wose Wane?”
“His girlfriend.”
“I’d wike to be Superman’s girwfwiend, when I gwow up.”
“He doesn’t actually exist, he’s a character in comics, books and films. He’s not real like you, Meems.”
“Oh bwow, I wike him.”
“Another day dream shattered,” sighed Stella, “you really are cruel to those kids of yours.”
“I suppose it’s better to let them believe in fairytales?”
“Sometimes, let them gently into it.”
“Stel, he’s a fictional character, let’s face it, when did you last see anyone running about the place in blue tights with red knickers over them?”
“In the ‘Fun Run’ the other week, why?”
I shook my head, why has she always got an answer. I mean, it’s hardly normal kit even for a charity run, most people wear tee shirts and shorts, not full on Superman outfits.
I managed to limp upstairs and take a cool shower without disrupting too many sticky things. Meems helped me to dress in shorts and tee shirt and my sandals. The hardest bit was drying myself, then pulling on a bra and panties. Meems did really well for a young un.
I combed my hair and let it dry naturally, it wasn’t a cold day, and once it was half dry I tied it up in a ponytail. The girls arrived with Simon, soon after I got down from the shower. The first thing I saw was a moving bunch of flowers. I know it sounds silly, but the door opened and in walked this bunch of flowers. It was a large bunch and carried by Trish, Livvie bore a small basket of fruit.
Once they saw me, they dumped their respective loads and rushed towards me. “Mummy,” they both yelled and almost jumped on me. “Are you alright?”
If you two don’t kill me–“Yes,” was all I could answer, they were both in tears.
“What’s the matter?” I asked hugging them both.
“Your bike was smashed, Daddy told us you were hurt, too. I thought you might have been smashed as well as your bike, I’m so glad you’re not.” Trish was really upset and held on to me tightly.
“Yes, Daddy said a man was killed and a lady was very ill, we thought he meant you,” Livvie was also sobbing.
“No that’s someone else’s mummy, a little girl who was also hurt in the crash.”
“Can we send her some flowers, Mummy?” asked Trish.
“I hadn’t thought to, but yes, let’s do that, except I don’t know her name.”
“I’ll find out for you,” said Stella and went off to the phone.
Simon picked up the flowers and the fruit, I hugged him as best I could and accepted his gifts. Stella would have to help me put them in some vases, my fingers were swollen and sore.
“What’ya done to your fingers, Mummy?” Trish noticed me wincing.
“I broke two of them, darling. Everyone else was much worse. So I shouldn’t complain.”
“You were an hour ago,” mumbled Simon.
“I was getting over the shock of losing an old friend.”
“Who was that, Mummy,” Trish wasn’t moving far away from me at all.
“My bicycle, my Scott. I was very fond of it.”
“The insurance will pay for a new one. I’ll get our people to sort it out for you.”
“I don’t even know if I can find the receipt now, God knows where it is?”
“Don’t worry, no one argues with our people,” Simon wasn’t joking. “Anyway, you’ve still got the Ruby, so we could go for a ride tomorrow if you want.” With two broken fingers he knew he was safe.
“No, Mummy, don’t go out again tomorrow, I don’t want you to get hurt again.” Livvie was now clinging like Trish.
“Daddy’s only joking, darlings, can you hug me a little less tightly, it hurts a bit.”
The phone rang and I presume Stella answered it. She came in a few minutes later. “That was Tom, he’s bringing in a Chinese take away for Cathy and the girls and curries for the real men.”
“What you and Simon?” I said to Stella, who gave me a look which said if you weren’t already injured, you would be in a couple of minutes.
“Silly Mummy, Auntie Stella isn’t a man–she’s had a baby.” Trish liked to keep gender stuff black and white.
“Nah, we bought that in Tesco on the way back from the hospital, it was the last one, or we’d have got one free as well.”
“Silly Mummy,” said Trish and she flipped me on my injured arm, I squealed a bit and she burst into tears. It was going to be a good evening by the looks of things.
“Daisy Drummond,” said Stella.
“What is?” I asked.
“The little girl in the car, she has multiple fractures of both legs and possible spinal injuries. Her mother’s been airlifted to Southampton–doesn’t look good at all.”
“Oh dear, she drove like a lunatic, why couldn’t she just have waited a moment? Why couldn’t that fool in the van have stopped? It was all so unnecessary.”
“Why were you going so fast?” Stella challenged.
“I was entitled to.”
“Speed limits?”
“Don’t apply to bikes, except on specific bike paths, oh, and Bournemouth esplanade.”
“Bikes aren’t subject to speed limits?”
“Nope, they’re not vehicles. However, they can do you for reckless riding.”
“Let’s wait for the summons then,” said Stella, smirking as she carried away the flowers.
“They’d better not,” I muttered to myself. That would be adding insult to injury.
Comments
Reckless Riding
It used to be known as 'Cycling furiously'.
It's always been my ambition ...
... to be charged with riding furiously. Sadly my days of fast riding are well past, if they were ever present, so that's another failure of ambition. I was once accused of it by a motorist but he shut up when I pointed out that he'd been going even quicker to pass me - I think he was confused by my leg speed as I was on a lowish fixed wheel at the time :)
I'm just wondering which fingers Cathy has broken. Will she still be able to give the 2 fingered salute to errant moterrorists - Mrs Brown-Cow? LOL
Pedal cycles are vehicles in the UK but speed limits are applicable only to mechanically propelled vehicles IIRC.
Geoff
A spot of Googling later...
The wording of S35 of the Offences Against the Person Act 1861 (as amended by the Criminal Justice Act 1948 (c. 58), s. 1(2)) is as follows:
“35. Drivers of carriages injuring persons by furious driving Whosoever, having the charge of any carriage or vehicle, shall by wanton or furious driving or racing, or other wilful misconduct, or by wilful neglect, do or cause to be done any bodily harm to any person whatsoever, shall be guilty of a misdemeanor, and being convicted thereof shall be liable, at the discretion of the court, to be imprisoned for any term not exceeding two years.â€
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Over here, bikes are...
subject to all traffic laws... That said, many tend to "ignore" them... Not stopping at stop sighs, blowing through traffic lights, speeding down hills (rarely up hill though. Go figure)...
Wonder if Cathy's right about speeding laws not applying to bicycles over there.
Interesting episode. Cathy's anger/upset is kinda understandable... She barely avoided death. That said, it's a bit of a surprise to see her so callus of the injuries of someone else. Her focus on her bike... I've seen folks focus on THINGS in situations of stress, it's easier than focusing on what may have almost happened to them.
Well, we'll see what comes next.
Thanks,
Annette
>> Not stopping at stop sighs...
Most places, that particular sort of thing is merely thick.
Wouldn't this be discrimination against men in general, though?
They rarely pay all that much attention to sighs, after all, and respond with more alacrity to a whack upside the haid.
Cheers,
Puddin'
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Cheers,
Puddin'
A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style
Men and signs
I'm evidently the exception to the rule, as I do tend to take notice of signs - to the extent of not only reading and comprehending them, but in the cases of ones that have been 'patched' during their lifetime to give updated information, wondering what's behind the patch (i.e. what the sign originally read).
But the lack of comprehension by many of my gender became all too apparent on Sunday. I was front seat passenger in a car being driven by my sister's SO back from an attraction we'd visited and giving directions (since he wasn't capable of navigating back to Warwick or even Kenilworth unaided).
Me: "Straight over at this junction, then left at the island immediately afterwards."
He sailed straight through the junction, then failed to turn off at the island. "Si, I said left at the island!"
"Yeah, I thought you meant the next island, and this was the junction!"
He'd completely failed to spot a turn-off on the right hand side before the island, with several large signs and traffic lights on the left and centre of the road on both the near and far sides of the junction. Mercifully they were on green at the time...
I'm starting to realise why many local authorities erect giant signs at the entrance to villages, with the speed limit and village name surrounded by a huge yellow backing board...
And why there's a growing number of "Sat Chavs" - idiots who believe their electronic navigation device more than their own eyesight, with predictable consequences...
--Ben
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As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Something Masher said in 697 bothers me
" “If you hadn’t been going so fast, he might have made it across the road, or the Subaru might have been able to over take you and clear the junction?†"
If Cathy had been going slower, what difference would it have made?
Her speed had nothing to do with the speed of the van, and for the Subaru to clear the junction, wouldn't it have had to be moving even faster?
Or does he mean it would have 'cleared the junction' because it would not have been going as fast if it hadn't gone so fast to pass Cathy, and therefore would not have gotten to the intersection in time to hit the van?
The question has been bugging me since yesterday.
It’s not given to anyone to have no regrets; only to decide, through the choices we make, which regrets we’ll have,
David Weber – In Fury Born
Holly
It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.
Holly
I'd assumed...
(and yes, I know what "assume" does) that had Cathy been going slower, the car would have been around her, and could see the van and thus accelerate (or not) to get through the intersection first. And - the car, being a bigger "target" the Van MIGHT have seen it. Nah, it was there anyway. But, yeah, if Cathy'd been going slower, there's a decent chance the accident (caused by two people doing things they shouldn't) might not have happen.
So, a lot of folks were doing stuff they shouldn't have. And, they ALL paid - some paid more than others.
Of course, I could be way off base here... Assuming is dangerous, and all that.
Annette
Wishes being horses
Can carry one anywhere. If she'd decided to leave a few seconds earlier, or later, or chosen a different road, or bypassed the spot she rested in, or lingered a little longer, or was timid enough to pull over for the car, or bold enough to hurl a spanner through its windscreen, the accident wouldn't have happened, not to mention the thousand choices made by the Subaru and white van drivers. It's probably the cow's fault in the end, as she was supposed to wander out in the road, causing a small traffic pileup, but had decided to take a nap instead.
Cheers,
Puddin'
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Cheers,
Puddin'
A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style
Then, it couldn't have been
the cow... It was either the boy accidentally closing the gate for a change, or the fly for not bothering the cow...
That said, I've heard drivers say that the speed limit is there for the "average" driver. They (& their car) are perfectly safe going 30+ mph HIGHER than the speed limit. While THEY may well be skilled enough (I don't necessarily agree, but I'm giving them the benefit of the doubt.) they ignore the fact that all those other drivers on the road are NOT (their OWN words here) and that them "flying" by at half again or twice their speed is likely to CAUSE the less skilled driver to over react. I know. The less skilled driver over reacted. But was it his/her fault? Legally, yes (at least around here). But, IMO (and I admit that it's my opinion) the driver going the same speed as the surrounding traffic has a reasonable expectation that any vehicle near him is going at a "similar" speed (at least on an expressway) and not be going WAY faster (or slower)... This doesn't EXCUSE them for not being careful, but, it's a reasonable expectation. It's one reason emergency vehicles have extra lights/sirens.
Sorry, enough ranting.
Annette
How true
If I'd left home a little earlier or later; not ridden quite so quickly or quicker, then the cat running flat out across the road and my front wheel wouldn't have coincided and my whole life since would be substantially different from what it is now.
Shit happens, I'm afraid, and occasionally the innocent suffer and the guilty get off scot free. In my case, I'm told, the cat ran away as I lay twitching involuntarily in the road and a few people were late for work as a result.
Geoff
It is what it is ....
when it happens it happens. Fate touches you on the shoulder and *wham* it happens. The opposite could've occurred with regard to Cathy's speed. Let's say she was going so slow - 10 miles and hour say - the driver behind still rushes by her and rams into the intersection, the late arriving truck could've T-Boned the Subaru. Or any other combination.
Point is, it was not Cathy's responsibility to shape to actions of others. There is something called free will and that is why the Darwin Awards are dedicated to those type of folks with less than average common sense.
There are times where it IS possible to shape an outcome. I prevented a multi-car accident by breaking gradually for 8 car lengths to avoid plowing into a line of traffic on the highway that had suddenly stopped. There was a whole bunch of folks who were behind me and did not keep enough cushion between them and the car in front of them. If I had waited longer to apply the breaks I would have had to decelerate harder and the people behind me would have had a lot less time to react. Even as it is the people behind me had to swerve to avoid hitting the guy in front of them but that was more as a precaution than an actual need. By my guess there were at least 10 cars behind me who would have been in a chain reaction accident - including me.
Kim
And people do manage to save themselves
Twice, I've seen horrendous accidents that I escaped, once through the heroism of a highway patrol officer on a motorcycle, who ran down a wheel that was bouncing down the road heading for oncoming traffic after an accident immediately to my side. He sped up and chased the wheel as it bounced, and steered his bike to push it toward the edge of the freeway (dual carriageway), being knocked down at speed in the process. I stopped my own vehicle in front of him, to protect his where he lay trapped, and ran out to turn off the bike, which was racing. The wheel, in the meanwhile, took the next exit and disappeared onto the city streets. It was perfectly astonishing.
Another time, another crash happened just in front of me, with cars caromming like billiard balls every which way. Somehow, whether through blind luck or profound dissociation coupled with adrenaline, I managed to steer, accelerate, and brake through the bump-a-cars as they passed before me and behind me, all in what looked to me like an elabortely choreographed slow motion pavane. Even more astonishing. Looking back, I was amazed. Looking in the rear-view mirror, the cars were jammed and wrecked from one side of the freeway to the other.
But I can perfectly understand how Cathy was able to make a split-second decision that saved her life, though, as I seem to have done that at least the once.
Cheers,
Puddin'
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Cheers,
Puddin'
A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style
>> If you hadn’t been going so fast...
The whole line of questioning presumes that, because the car driver was behind a lowly bicycle, the driver had a natural right to go faster, simply because it was possible, and the sight of a cyclist's backside was inherently offensive.
I fail to see that the premises are compelling, much less the syllogism.
Cheers,
Puddin'
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Cheers,
Puddin'
A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style
Curve Ball
Folks,
I think Aunt A. is about to send "Lord Charles" calling, yet again. Remember, in her "conversation" with her late mother, Cathy was told she'd be mother to many. My hunch is that daughter number 4 is going to be the little girl injured in the van/Subaru wreck. The idiotic natural mother is not going to recover from her injuries.
G/R
Of Bikes, Motorists, Pedestrians, Accidents and More
It appears that, as a cyclist, Cathy's "problem" with motorists is that she is a member of a minority- people who try to be aware of themselves, their surroundings and other people in the world. Having read the entire saga to date, it seems to me that Cathy is doing her best in an altogether too real world filled with an overabundance of clueless and/ or self absorbed people. Further, I think Cathy's reaction to the van incident is entirely justified. When she is cycling she is free in the world, she can exercise her body, enjoy her surroundings and be at peace without being bothered by anyone. As far as the attitude of the cop, it stinks. Cathy is alive because she jumped clear. Yes, she is fortunate to have suffered only minor injuries, but no one has the right to tell her how she should feel for anyone else, especially if said individual's death or injury was caused by their own irresponsibility; it is adding insult to injury (no pun intended) for the cop to expect her to feel sorry for someone whose behavior nearly cost Cathy her life. As far as the bike goes, Cathy is in shock and she is focusing on the loss of a treasured possession as a way of dealing with her nearly getting killed. Any cop that has dealt with accident victims would have seen this sort of behavior in his first few months on the job and know enough not to push an accident survivor who is in shock.
I'm a casual rider, pedestrian and a motorist too. It is my experience that there are more than enough self absorbed jerks in all of these categories. As a a rider, I do my best to obey traffic laws, ride/ drive safely and courteously (where I live, a bicycle rider is subject to the motor vehicle code). I pay attention to traffic and to not hog lanes (if there is not bike lane), run or roll stop signs or traffic lights and to obey speed limits. That hasn't stopped motorists from trying to run me off the road, back into me without looking, drive in the bike only lane or to yell at me merely for being on the pavement.
I also walk and ride on multi-use paved trail near my house. There are signs posted that limit bikes to 15 m.p.h. and instruct cyclists to slow near pedestrians and to call out or sound a horn when overtaking them. As a rider, I obey the rules and am always amazed by the number of pedestrians who are totally oblivious to horns and shouts (many are plugged into MP3 players or cell phones).
As a pedestrian on the trail, I'm appalled by the racing cyclists who not only ignore the posted restrictions but also cut close to pedestrians (including people with children, dogs or baby strollers) or hog the trail by riding two or three abreast at high speed) and act like pedestrians are intruding on "their" trail. There is a certain irony that the same hard core riders who bitch about being at risk on the road due to motorists who are careless or resent cyclists have no problem putting pedestrians at risk from their unwillingness to share a multi-use trail.
As a driver, I have had my share of close calls with cyclists who run lights and stop signs, ride at night without light or sometimes even reflectors and who purposefully obstruct traffic because they have an anti-automobile agenda. Then there are those who are on cell phones or listening to music and have no clue as to what is going on around them. There are plenty of jerks behind the wheel as well; they endanger everyone on a public road including motorists, cyclists and pedestrians. I have seen drivers in heavy traffic reading newspapers/ books/ magazines, eating, watching videos (illegal in my state), talking on a cell phone (also illegal), texting (illegal too), putting on make up, doing hair, shaving, brushing teeth and more. Then there are the drivers who race, weave in and out of traffic (even on city streets) drive at unsafe speeds, don't use turn signals, ignore lights and signs, etc.
Although I have never lost a bike or suffered an injury a bicycle injury as a result of a motorist, I was in one near fatal accident- I was broadsided by a stolen car that ran a stop sign and I was pinned in my car. It took a couple of hours to get me out of the car and fortunately my injuries were minor. You can bet that I didn't give a damn about the guy that stole the car that hit me even though he was hurt a lot worse than I was.
While I lay no claim to sainthood, I do try to be mindful of others and obey the law; it seems to me that Cathy does too; she does, however have a big problem with the self absorbed clueless jerks of the world. I think that with therapy (that she was looking into some chapters back) she will be better able to deal with the jerks of the world and to appreciate just how blessed she is to have the intellect, education and big heart that she possesses- not to mention Tom, Simon Stella and the wee ones.
Let's Face It!
Cathy can become a mummy to a fourth girl! The way things are going, she'll soon have enough to sponsor a football team!
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Or maybe a bicycling team
Team Cathy at the tour!
Used to ride more
never competitively and never even really fast. Didn't even have the fancy biking shirt although I had/have good padded shorts and bike shoes. At one time I rode my bike to work one day a week. It was 17 miles each way so I felt ok keeping it to a day a week. Almost every trip some stupid driver tried to kill me. Usually someone making a right turn who just had to get around the bike or someone pulling out from a stop sign who just didn't notice the bicycle on the road. Once it was a bus who just about ran me into the curb swerving over to a bus stop while I was in the way. I yelled at the driver and he just said he had to get to the stop. Guess it never even occured to him to let the bike rider clear the stop first. Ya gotta consider yourself invisible when riding a bike. Understand Cathy's frustration, especially in having her bike destroyed.
I also wonder if there isn't going to be a Daisy added to the family sometime soon. Wouldn't be at all surprised if Cathy ended up caring for the child. Was that "spinal injury" I saw above? Yeah. Hmm..... who is it who gets kids walking again? And if they visit her in the hospital will the blue light get a workout?
After all Cathys
escapades on bike's... Does she not think that someone up above is trying to tell her something? It's a sad fact of life but riding a bike is dangerous on todays congested roads, And when you add in the fact that Cathy is now Mummy to three daughters perhaps putting her bikes away for a time might be the safer option!
Mind you Cathy being Cathy that's not going to happen...She's nothing if not stubborn!!!
Kirri
Wait For The Summons??
Really?? Around here, they usually give you the ticket (well, that's what it's called but it, too, is really a summons) on the spot. But, then, if you indicate that you're prepared to fight the charge in court, they arrange for a special pre-trial meeting with a Crown Prosecutor who frequently will drop the charge (unless they think you're a real menace on the highway). The result is that the only ones who pay the fines are those who don't have the bottle (that *is* the correct expression in Britspeak, isn't it?) to stand up to officious officers.
Yours from the Great White North,
Jenny Grier (Mrs.)
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Yours from the Great White North,
Jenny Grier (Mrs.)
On the spot
I think that's true for offenses in which the policeman was a witness, but other violations may require investigation.
Cheers,
Puddin'
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Cheers,
Puddin'
A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style
Basically what Cathy
Basically what Cathy observed was two drivers intent in their effort to try and defeat the laws of physics and place their two vehicles into the same space at the same time. Just Does Not Work. I noticed a comment about extra lights and sirens on emergency vehicles. That does not always help either. I can recall too many instances where I was on a "code 3 run", (lights and siren); and still have cars try to zip through the intersection in front of me. I once missed by mere inches being "T-Boned" (hit in the side) by another car while I was trying to chase down a motorcyclist who was speeding(around 125 mph on radar). The car driver claimed he neither saw me nor heard my siren. Don't doubt it for an instant, as too many drivers seem to develop "tunnel vision" and don't see anything out side that "tunnel". Something I also noticed, is that Cathy was being "interviewed" by the two police officers, when she should have been being cared for by EMS medical personnel. Shock can kill you, and Cathy was and is expressing all symptoms of shock. J-Lynn
Oooh! Oooh!
I know one reason besides tunnel vision. Searching through one's cassette tape collection for the exact album to match one's mood.
The only serious accident Ive ever been directly involved in was a "T-Bone" as you describe. The guy ran a red light, and when I saw him, admittedly out of the corner of my eye, it didn't look like there was anyone driving the car at all, because he was digging though a box of tapes on the passenger-side floorboard of his car, looking for his favourite tape.
As it turned out, I'm glad I was there, as the woman driving the car next to me -- who was struck by my car when it lurched to the side upon his impact -- had a car *filled* with children, none of whom were wearing seat-belts. I'm quite sure someone would have died if I hadn't inadvertently served to lessen the impact. I wasn't seriously hurt -- other than massive bruises in places one wouldn't expect them -- as I was driving a fairly heavy car, a Toyota Camry, and was well-buckled-in. The air-bags exploded, of course, which was an interesting experience. They're incredibly nasty-smelling, and the burnt chemical stink gets into your hair and stays.
Cheers,
Puddin'
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Cheers,
Puddin'
A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style
Can no one see
We are getting child #4, who need some healing?!?
Cathy
Hope there is not scaring from this. Or twisted fingers. Or anything for that matter.
In Massachusetts,USA, bicycles are vehicles and must
obey all laws, including speed limits. Even though some feel above the laws.
Sorry Cath.
Cefin