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#2 Could Have Killed Me...Or At Least Made Me Rich

When I was about 17, I was on a bike-a-thon with my high school class (probably raising money for our infamous European Senior class trip, or something). But anyway. We rode the length of Jupiter Island and were on our way back -- and as we were crossing a highway, we had to stop in the median to wait for traffic. But traffic did not wait for us. Great-Grandma Moses an her equally ancient companion careened into the median and the car bumper hit me squarely behind the knees and in the lower back, hurling me across not only my bike, but the bikes of several of my riding companions.

The look of horror on GGM's face revealed that her family had probably been threatening to revoke her driving privileges at any moment. She wasn't taking any chances and after a slight pause of conscience, she decided to stay in the dark as to whether she was a murderer or simply the cause of a few scrapes and bruises.

Fortunately for us all, I suffered no more than some sore muscles and a scrape or two. And a generous amount of caution whenever I see kids anywhere near a street or parking lot. Or when I'm driving within view of any Grandma Moses'.

Comments

Stephen Ley said…
I hadn't thought about that bike-a-thon in like 20 years. Thanks, I think.
Unknown said…
Oh my goodness GGM! You have sure had some serious things happen to you!
Mary Ellen said…
What is a "GGM"!?!?!

A lady from that same island got in BIG trouble about a year ago for hitting someone, it was in the news more than once. She hit a lawn guy who asked her to stop while a truck was backing up or something, details are foggy in my brain - but she decided she couldn't be late for her Bridge game and hit him with her car. He hit back...with the law, a lawsuit, etc.

Maybe it was your "friend" getting what was coming to her all these years later! Either way, I'm glad you survived to tell us your story...looking forward to finding out the truth or false to the rest.
Anonymous said…
WOW!!! Glad you only a a few bumps and brusies....
Anonymous said…
Funny........I dug out some old albums when I was cleaning the other day and found a lot of pictures of that infamous trip. Boy, they were funny! Time sure flies.....

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