A buddy of mine I’ve known since 1987 was biking in Colorado, where he lives, and he was hit by a car, which kept right on a rolling on after dusting him and sending him into the ditch. According to my friend, the list of injuries include:
Well, it finally happened after over thirty years of riding my bikes; got struck by a car while riding home Friday night. Hit and run of course, so I have to rely on karmic justice for satisfaction. Broken teeth, possible broken jaw (find out on Thursday), facial lacerations and contusions, severe concussion, compression fracture of a thoracic vertebrae, and all the medical bills to go with the injuries. Pretty bummed, but I have a great support network of friends and family helping me maintain a more positive attitude. Will probably not be on the computer much in the coming days, but I truly appreciate any good vibes and thoughts you can send my way.
It doesn’t matter how cynical and calloused I get as I age, some things still fucking shock me. How do you hit another human being with your car and just keep driving? I just don’t fucking get it. I brake for squirrels and chipmunks and possums when there is no one behind me, and I have never, ever not stopped when there is a car broken down on the side of the road to ask if they need help or a cell phone. How do people live with themselves after hitting someone with their car and then just driving off. I just do not fucking get it. I hope I never do.
Do these people not have mirrors in their houses? How do they sleep?