On my ride home from work some older guy got smeared by a bus and a station wagon right in the busy par of college ave in front of the safeway. It's narrow, so the bus was riding my tail as the Transit people always tend to try to outrun cyclists. Crunch, silence, then the sound of his bottle hitting the deck. I originally thought someone lost something off of the roof of their car. No yells, no screams.
He was in a complete stupor, laid out on the dead center of the street. No brains or anything spewing out... but from the looks of it, he won't be walking anytime soon.
The kind, supportive people of Rockridge made the most important observation of the evening: "yeah, he's drunk". I guess that's supposed to make the drivers feel better. Or make him seem at fault. I was surprised anyone called an ambulance.
New cars sound funny in accidents. Nothing like the movies, which seem to use effects from metal cars. Who makes those anymore?
He was in a complete stupor, laid out on the dead center of the street. No brains or anything spewing out... but from the looks of it, he won't be walking anytime soon.
The kind, supportive people of Rockridge made the most important observation of the evening: "yeah, he's drunk". I guess that's supposed to make the drivers feel better. Or make him seem at fault. I was surprised anyone called an ambulance.
New cars sound funny in accidents. Nothing like the movies, which seem to use effects from metal cars. Who makes those anymore?
papawheelie:
I'm sure the kids at royal/cole coffee enjoyed all the action