The daughter, returning to her apt. via the NJ Parkway, just had her car rear-ended.
The whole back is smashed to the point where she can't open the rear hatch.
She claims to be okay.
She won't be tomorrow.
I have been in a terrible collision. I ended up in the hospital. My head connected with the windshield. My hands broke the steering wheel while trying to keep myself from going completely through the windshield. My knee got bunged up.
Every bone in my body hurt, but my arms were the worst.
Keeping my body from sailing through the windshield caused enough adrenaline to course through me to keep me alive. Yes, this was years before seat-belts, folks. The '64 Dodge I was driving did not have seat-belts.
It was totaled by some guy pulling off the main highway to get into a bar.
The next day, I couldn't move. Anything.
I had a split in my scalp, but nothing on my face. Had I had ONE stitch in my face, I would have made millions.
My parents did NOTHING to pursue the driver.
I was without a vehicle right after graduation from college. I had interviews for jobs to go to.
All in all, I got $1200 for a car that was in perfect condition.
Crippled for years. No car.
I still have trouble holding anything of weight.
This was the only photo of the exact color and year of my Dodge 440. Of course, mine was not set up for racing like this one, but that was a lot of steel and engine.
Once again, Irene lost.