Road Rash
I have finally finished moving into my new apartment. Body and mind exhausted, but I nevertheless got enough sleep last night. The upside to hard physical work: easy for me to fall asleep.
Now must focus on the next big project: writing a memo, due Monday. But first . . .
Someone close to me (let's call him Rex) was in a motorbike accident. A bicyclist decided to swerve from the right side of Cherry street to the left side of the south-bound lane, presumably to turn left, in front of Rex. As a result Rex was faced with this choice: 1) hit the bicyclist and perhaps careen into oncoming traffic, 2) careen into oncoming traffic, or 3) set the motorbike down on the pavement and try not to break any bones.
He chose the latter. Then the bicyclist turned around and asked "are you all right?" Rex, lying in a tumble and bleeding on the pavement, responded "no." The bicyclist then replied "I have to go, I don't want to get in trouble," and pedaled away. Folks in the cars coming along Cherry stopped and called the ambulance.
What the heck happened there?! What kind of trouble could possibly be worse than dealing with the guilt of knowing that you caused someone injury and then just ran away?
Anyway, Rex is fine - aside from some broken ribs and road rash. He's on Vicodin. :)
2 comments:
That just sucks. I don't even know how to respond to the idiocy of the person that rode away after causing an accident. And it was so personal, too! Not like they were insulated from one another in cars - they were face to face!
Loser isn't even the tip of the iceberg, here!
Glad your new apt is all set, though.
Yeah... I think there is a special place in hell for people like that.
Glad to see he is better, hope the vicodin nausea went away.
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