Sunday, September 18, 2011

Close Call, Borrowed Time

Intersection where we (& others) came close to death early in 1983.

4 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

What happened in 1983?

I remember moving from New Haven to Queens, and *eventually* getting a job (sweating the rent until that happened). In other words, same old, same old.
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M. Bouffant said...

Traffic Control Editor:

Oh, thought it was self-explanatory. Here in the center of the universe, we're likely to be in an accident every 6.8 yrs.

Anyway, a Cadillac t-boned the VW Micro-Bus (Class warfare?) we all were in, flipping the VW onto its roof & popping the gas tank. Didn't explode, 'though, & all got out alive. No fun coming to after being tossed around in the back (no seats, like taking a ride in a dryer) & waking up to the smell of gasoline!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

*smells like Victory!*
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M. Bouffant said...

Accidental Editor:

"Victory" was not what first crossed our mind as we returned to consciousness.