According to
Uncle John's Bathroom Reader: 50% of
Americans admitted to running a red light.
OK. I wonder how what percent also ran a red
light but did not admit to it?
Out on a
lone dark road, waiting what seems forever on a red light to change green and
no traffic is in sight either way, I know what I have done. But I admit nothing.
I know of a
man who once ran a red light and did not live long enough to admit it or not
admit.
I know,
because I was going through the green light as he ran the red light. He went through the windshield of his truck
and he hit me on the drivers side and the force knocked me on the other side of
my green Gremlin before it crushed that side.
Neither one
of us had on seat belts. He died because
he did have a seat belt on and I lived because I did not have mine on.
That was the
Spring of 1975. I am not sure they even
had seatbelts then.
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