Me, BLOOD ON THE TRACK
Tonight on JEOPARDY the answer (which is the question) was Bob Dylan, who in this case sung BLOOD ON THE TRACKS.
Instantly, I had a flashback:
In the Spring of 1975 I was driving home from working all night at the Atlanta Post Office. I was driving our green Gremlin north on Gordon Road in Mapleton, going under a green light at Bankhead Highway. Suddenly a truck, running the red-light, t-boned me on the driver's door.
The crash caved the side and knocked me across to the other side. I did not know it at the moment but the driver of the truck went through his windshield. He lingered unconsciously for a couple of days and died.
The collision knocked the Gremlin across a vacant field next to a McDonald's and it landed upside down.
Bob Dylan's BLOOD ON THE TRACKS was playing on the car radio.
The other man nor I had on seat belts. I am not car seat belts even existed. But, I lived because I did not have on a seatbelt, the car would have caved in on me, and he other guy was killed because he did not have seat belts on.
Our Gremlin was totaled but I got by with some scratches and cut glass in my hair.
Some people in McDonald's rushed to get a closer view. I don't remember any of them trying to help me, just gawk.
I felt that called for a cigarette and somehow managed to get one out of my pocket along with my lighter. I lit the Winston and took one draw and suddenly the cigarette was jerked from my lips. The ambulance arrived and he medics grabbed my smoke before I blew myself up.
That was 40 years ago. Lucky me.