I was riding in an old Ford, some time in the Seventies,
with my two friends Ray and Lee. We were tight knit in those days, and did everything together - we'd grown up in the same village and been friends since forever. That particular night, I'll never forget, we were on our way back from the town nearby, and Lee took a corner a little too fast.

The car rolled twice before the roof detached, and Ray was thrown clear. Or most of Ray anyway. I'd told him to wear a seatbelt. Somewhere in the confusion I broke one of the bones in my left forearm (it still aches in cold weather). Then the car finally came to a halt and we called an ambulance. They tried to reattach Ray's legs, which had both been "detached" somewhere near the pelvis, but it was too late, he rejected them. Lee was beside himself, but he'd been driving like an idiot, and anyway, if he'd maintained his car better, perhaps Ray would be able to walk today. So I didn't have much consolation for him, when I turned to him and said "See what you've done with your Capri, Lee - Ray shuns hips, I've got a broken arm, and your insurance is probably going to sky rocket."

We don't talk much anymore.
(sabre-tooth monkey, Thu 21 Oct 2010, 13:10, 3 replies)

Ouch
That was winceworthy. No clicky for you!
(Booce, Thu 21 Oct 2010, 13:38, closed)

You didn't enjoy it?
I'll try harder next week.
(sabre-tooth monkey, Thu 21 Oct 2010, 13:44, closed)