You often wonder what it would take to get our own traffic laws enforced.
Which would directly save lives.
What would it take to get trucks that could see their immediate surroundings.
Which would directly save lives.
You can see her covered in aluminum foil by the trucks left tire on the TVA footage.
Both my Grandmothers died in bed surrounded by people that loved them.
It really has to be something, being hit by a car. You’re walking or riding your bike, you have a million things on your mind – pick up this or that at the shop, remember to check in on some friend you haven’t connected with in a while, maybe some old song or scene pops into your head – then WHACK! you’re hit by some inattentive bonehead piloting what’s tantamount to a weapon at his speed and attention level. Then when you stop rolling along the pavement and your consciousness is fading, and you realize that’s it, you have to just be amazed. Like, how the ordinary thoughts you had were your last. I bet a lot of people hit by cars croak thinking of what to wear or what to cook.
Say what you will about a grinding terminal illness, you have time to take stock of things. I was in a plane than made an emergency landing after engine trouble, and my life really did flash before my eyes when we were in free fall. Going to war, jumping off a bridge, hypothermia – you have time to take stock of things. Getting hit by a car is a pretty odd thing in that it’s one of the few common ways that a person just doing whatever can go from making a laundry list to the morgue. I guess the only other ones would be heart attack or stroke.
Jack 14:58 on 2019-11-13 Permalink
You often wonder what it would take to get our own traffic laws enforced.
Which would directly save lives.
What would it take to get trucks that could see their immediate surroundings.
Which would directly save lives.
You can see her covered in aluminum foil by the trucks left tire on the TVA footage.
Both my Grandmothers died in bed surrounded by people that loved them.
david100 15:55 on 2019-11-13 Permalink
It really has to be something, being hit by a car. You’re walking or riding your bike, you have a million things on your mind – pick up this or that at the shop, remember to check in on some friend you haven’t connected with in a while, maybe some old song or scene pops into your head – then WHACK! you’re hit by some inattentive bonehead piloting what’s tantamount to a weapon at his speed and attention level. Then when you stop rolling along the pavement and your consciousness is fading, and you realize that’s it, you have to just be amazed. Like, how the ordinary thoughts you had were your last. I bet a lot of people hit by cars croak thinking of what to wear or what to cook.
Say what you will about a grinding terminal illness, you have time to take stock of things. I was in a plane than made an emergency landing after engine trouble, and my life really did flash before my eyes when we were in free fall. Going to war, jumping off a bridge, hypothermia – you have time to take stock of things. Getting hit by a car is a pretty odd thing in that it’s one of the few common ways that a person just doing whatever can go from making a laundry list to the morgue. I guess the only other ones would be heart attack or stroke.
Kate 12:07 on 2019-11-14 Permalink
You’re giving me existential heebie-jeebies here, david100.