Posted on 12/26/2021 1:44:16 AM PST by nickcarraway
I was scheduled for court last week as witness to a bad rear end collision. I watched a driver not stop for a red light and slam the guy ahead of her who was already stopped. No serious injuries.
While I was doing minor first aid on the perpetrator driver, I realized the accident would be the least of her worries. Her list of charges are two for the accident and about seven drug charges. The prosecutor called me last week to tell me they are packing a few more drug charges on and the trial will be delayed.
Just one more reason to NEVER go to Walmart, for gas or anything else...
I believe that some stations have a button on the building that stops the flow of gas.
Yes, that’s the emergency stop for the pumps that supply gas to all the dispensers.
A lot of heat is produced when materials shear.
I had a “wait just a second” experience when I was 20 years old.
I was stopped at a red light, waiting to cross the busiest street in town. Usually I would sit with my left foot on the brake pedal, poised to make a drag strip style launch when the light turned green, but this time it was different. A thought came to me, “hold on for a second” when the light turned green. Then a red Vega came from my left, running the red light.
If I had made my usual quick start, it would have nailed me in the driver’s door and probably killed me. I’ve always wondered about that little “tip” that saved my life.
Yikes.
Several years ago, I was bringing Himself back from outpatient surgery and had stopped for the light on a bridge.
A PA elderly lady with expired tags/no license/insurance/permission to drive drove into the rear of my car at 35mph, *at least*.
The people behind said she didn’t even tap the brakes.
It knocked me forward 10 feet [luckily I always stop far behind other cars, a biker habit] and she kept just coming and hit me *again*, this time to within a frog hair of the car in front me’s rear bumper.
It took me a few to regain my thoughts and I got out of the car, intending to do grave bodily harm to whomever was back there.
As I rounded the back of my messed up Magnum, I saw that the ~already~ crushed up hood of her KIA was held down with an assortment of bungee cords.
I was not her first victim.
When I got to her door, she was just sitting there, hands on the wheel, staring into the void, blithely waiting for the light to change.
I gave up my plans to yank her out of her car.
When she rolled down her window, I got the impression she thought I was a corner beggar looking for spare change and she was utterly surprised when I told her what she’d just done. [but not apologetic]
I gave a wail of disgust and just walked back to where the city cops had been writing tickets for some other minor fender bender on the same bridge.
[tiny drizzles of rain apparently render some drivers stone cold stupid]
A half hour later, her family comes and carries her off to their car and drives her away.
I get a report for the insurance company but she has NO insurance so we had to pay a deductible for all the damage and repairs to my car.
I had whiplash but couldn’t even go the ER because *he* was sitting through all of this, still, after outpatient surgery.
A few months later, she up and died so I couldn’t even file against her personally.
The weird thing is, when she hit the first time, my instant confused thought was “OMG, my motor just fell out”. Second hit “and there went the tranny, too”.
Crazy what your brain comes up with, to try and make sense of things.
We always may wonder but we should never ignore those little taps on the shoulder.
Lord knows I’ve been a jackrabbit starter all my life...until I started riding motorcycles.
Now, no matter what, I leave an obligatory 5 second pause before I enter any intersection, unless there is absolutely no other vehicle anywhere, within sight *at all*.
Since the holiday shopping insanity started, I have seen SO many people tearing through the first seconds of their red light that I can hardly believe it.
The one spot I see it most is at the mall interchange and hardly ever do I go that way and *not* see cops taking care of some crash or other.
That intersection glitters at night from all the tiny bits of turn signal and tail light reflectors.
A sparkly reminder to beware that people are insane.
Out here in the wastelands, on a two lane county road, a woman all masked up and alone in her SUV swerved for no apparent reason on the only half mile of straight road near me and just about took me out.
I have to reckon she was oxygen deprived from that N95 the ninny was wearing for who knows how long, with utterly no one else around her.
To top that, I once sat and watched, transfixed, by a woman who came out of the grocery store in a makeshift almost-virus suit, stripped down to her “first layer” of clothes and then she proceeded to whip out a can of disinfectant and totally drenched that second ‘outer’ layer of
?covid clothes?.
Then she disinfected all her groceries, the outside of the car door she had touched and then the inside of the SUV.
Almost a half hour of that went on.
It. Was. Insane.
You were wise to wait. I never launch fast when the lite turns green for that reason. I also don’t tailgate. Motor accidents are rarely if ever accidents. They are usually screwups.
Probably over a year ago, on 4Chan, the posters there were reading the articles on the Vaxxes causing micro clotting, and hypothesizing if they did, those micro clots would probably clot capillaries, and while some cell death in the skin or muscles would not be noticeable, micro clots blocking capillaries in the brains would produce symptoms.
The first symptoms would be degradations in cognitive function, and that would first manifest in the most cognitively intense activity people perform which was driving. They predicted a steady rise in accidents now, which would probably turn into a steady rise in dementia years, or even decades later.
Last I saw stats on auto accidents were bearing the prediction out.
They are not “pumps”, they are dispensers. Every gasoline station in America has an emergency shut off valve near the gasoline dispensing part of the station.
Gasoline is not flammable.
It’s explosive.
(Kerosine is flammable. So is lighter fluid.)
Publix and Fresh Market are premium grocery stores. Part of higher pricing is to keep out riff raff and make it so the delicate types don’t have to mingle with the lower class.
“As happens SO many times, because I had a random thought and dawdled somewhere for a few minutes when I was intending to go home, I missed being there for or in the accident.”
I’ve been commuting for a project the last three weeks. The first two days I came upon accidents that had JUST happened (no police, etc. yet). Both days I had stopped to double check on something.
Last week I came upon a car that had slid on black ice into the ditch, with the police car just pulling up. Although I don’t recall anything that had delayed me.
Interesting theory about why so much bad driving...
Actually the two for ones, and sales every Wednesday make if a better place to shop..
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