Author Topic: Crash

sam

Crash
« on: October 23, 2019 »
Yesterday on my ride:



I don’t know the story behind it,



but I know what it’s like to be inside one of these crumpled metal boxes before the leaves have a chance to settle.

Back in my New Jersey life, I was rudely introduced to the windscreen of the Toyota Tercel pictured here in a lineup. Never wrote about it, though I did manage to get a story out of my previous encounter as a crash test dummy, pedestrian division, where I never saw the automobile in question.

Fast forward to Collateral Damage, which broke me in as a first responder. That was in the middle of a bike ride, too.

A few years later I found myself fishing the phone out of another wrecked car, so a woman with her tibia sticking out of her leg could call her boss to tell her she wasn’t going to be in that day.

I keep meaning to take a first aid course.



My wife has lately started volunteering for speedwatch in the village. That's right, she's become a do-gooder! While I still think inattentiveness and leaving enough distance between you and the guy in front are equally if not more to blame for accidents than excessive speed, I can now see firsthand how she is effecting good in the community, which is a beautiful spot mostly ruined, like so many others, by that bloody motor vehicle that most of us need so much but a significant minority don't know how to drive properly.

It’s even come with homework: she tasked herself with commiting her Alpha Bravo Charlies to memory. I quizzed her and she got 26/26, which is about 20 better than I could probably manage. I'm forever reaching for a suitable word on phone conversations to people who need to know my postcode, and pulling all kinds of weirdness out of the air. Triangle Noodle, anyone?

Just because she’s a member of the force, I don’t expect any favours. It is in fact her sworn duty not to let me off the hook if I go over the limit. That's not going to happen anyway, as she has the car.

Yesterday she put 8 notches on her safety vest, so that's 8 letters going out to people who will either be suitably abashed, or crumple the letter until the next one, then the one after that, which will come with a visit from the bizzies.

Re: Crash
« Reply #1 on: October 25, 2019 »
Tango. November.
And surely you know 'Y', being mercan an' all that.
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(I only know my alphabet from my stint of driving doctors around out of hours.)

sam

Re: Crash
« Reply #2 on: October 25, 2019 »
It’s good there’s an international standard for this sort of thing.


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