OZ
The dazed person sitting in the road reminded me of a wreck I witnessed on about March 19, 1974.?ÿ We were on an intown divided four lane avenue when a car approaching us suddenly swerved out of control and when it hit the grassy median it rolled twice.?ÿ A young woman fell out, apparently unharmed and only dazed, on the side of the road just like this video.?ÿ Somehow, the car came to a stop on its wheels.?ÿ A fellow jumped out of the driver side rear seat and ran to the now screaming young lady.?ÿ The first thing he did was grab her slacks and pull them back up to hide her shining rear end that was aimed directly at us.
It turned out there were too many passengers in the mid-1950's Chevy sedan and they had just left the Wonder Bread store that sold day old products very cheaply where they had bought a pile of donuts and rolls.?ÿ Horsing around led to hitting the steering wheel hard enough to cause the wreck.
I've come to realise, over the years, that a lot of these embarrassing tales told in the 3rd person, actually occurred in the 1st person.
I had a nasty motorsickle wreck late one night (imagine that) with a young lady on the back.?ÿ An oncoming car ran me off the road.?ÿ I was going a pretty good clip when I left the road.?ÿ I immediately hit something (found out later it was a mail box) and the jolt knocked my girlfriend off the motorcycle.?ÿ She landed dazed much like the figure in the video.?ÿ The impact with the mailbox bent my brake pedal backwards and I couldn't stop.
I continued on cross-country for another 100 yards in the dark into a creek where I encountered a rock retaining wall.?ÿ I hit it at an angle and slid another 20 yards down the wall.?ÿ The left side of my leg had the blue jeans chewed off and my leg was hamburger.?ÿ The bent brake pedal had impaled my calf when I hit the wall.?ÿ I never dropped the bike.?ÿ I was still sitting on it when I came to a stop.
Meanwhile all this noise at 2AM had wakened the owner of the mailbox.?ÿ He and his wife found my girlfriend laying in the grass.?ÿ Emergency responders were summoned.?ÿ But no one knew where I was at.?ÿ I was 300' away and 30' lower than everybody else.?ÿ My impaled leg kept me from getting off the motorcycle.?ÿ I was bellering like a lost calf and could hear them calling me, but I guess they couldn't here me.
Within a long 15 minutes a patrol officer and an ambulance driver finally heard me and made their way down the creek.?ÿ That was a bad night.?ÿ I messed up a good motorsickle AND a good girlfriend that night.
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Will it help if I get my ex-wife and her sister to confirm what we saw.?ÿ My daughter was less than a week old so I doubt her memory is clear on this.?ÿ That was the biggest, shiniest. b****est butt I ever saw in my life.?ÿ Made me forget if the car was a 1955, 1956 or 1957 model.
