Now I ALWAYS wear a seat belt...
One fine Sacramento summer day in 1991, my mother was driving the VW Bus to take me and my bass gear out to the burbs for band practice.
Things were going along fine until out of the corner of my eye I saw this little car not stopping... and as with things of this nature I remember focusing on it and tracking it's progress as it slammed right into the Bus underneath where I was sitting.
My glasses flew off first (and were never seen again) and at about the same split second my head nearly bashed through the windsheild (silly me not wearing a selt belt...), and not a moment later I was sort of not myself and screaming in rage out the window at the other car (something along the lines of "Mother fucker -- I'm gonna kill you!"). The Bus lurched crookedly across the lanes of traffic, I heard mother saying something. I looked to see blood streaming down her face and her saying "It's all right, Liriel, it's all right." And I get even more pissed but can't get out of the Bus because the door completely fucked up and I really wanted to kill the bastard.
But then the amount of blood causes my rattled mind to switch gears as the Bus hits the curb and we come to a stop... rage evaporated and shock set in. People gathering, getting us out of the Bus, suddenly paramedics, and cops, and mom's in the ambulance going to the hospital, and a cop is giving me a ride so I can take home my bass because the Bus was getting towed off, and I hoped I could get my amp later that thing cost a fortune... and then I'm on the phone to Jeremy "My mom's at the hospital and I have no way of getting there"... and then I'm at the hospital, mom's got stitches above her eyebrow where it had hit the steering wheel, and I think I had a mild concussion but I wouldn't let the paramedics at the scene worry about me... and then I realized my arm hurt and I was completely fucking blind without my glasses.
Blind and mentally scarred:
And I should of had this X-Rayed because I still get twinges:
To this day I still get a little jumpy with cars that don't look like they're gonna stop... so much so I'll probably never be able to drive...
I honestly don't know who's fault it was... I wasn't paying attention to the lights, but the bastard tried to sue us for his totaled POS and damages. His witness failed to appear and the case was dismissed. He again tried to sue after we'd moved to Seattle, but since mom wasn't about to spend money to go back down there and fight it, she gave them the finger. Eventually though that caught up with her and her WA State License got revoked until the statute had expired. I hope that guy died/dies of colorectal cancer...
It took a while to get the Bus fixed and for a while it was sitting with the amp stuck inside... until someone ELSE decided to liberate it. I hope they died/die of colorectal cancer too. The Bus then became known as the Killer Bitch Bus (we figured it was related to Hitler or something and loaded with bad karma), once we got to Seattle we sold it off... not long afterwards we heard that the new owners had rolled it, and it was finally totalled. The roads were finally safe once again.
But yeah... so now I ALWAYS wear a seat belt. And you should too.
~Liriel
Things were going along fine until out of the corner of my eye I saw this little car not stopping... and as with things of this nature I remember focusing on it and tracking it's progress as it slammed right into the Bus underneath where I was sitting.
My glasses flew off first (and were never seen again) and at about the same split second my head nearly bashed through the windsheild (silly me not wearing a selt belt...), and not a moment later I was sort of not myself and screaming in rage out the window at the other car (something along the lines of "Mother fucker -- I'm gonna kill you!"). The Bus lurched crookedly across the lanes of traffic, I heard mother saying something. I looked to see blood streaming down her face and her saying "It's all right, Liriel, it's all right." And I get even more pissed but can't get out of the Bus because the door completely fucked up and I really wanted to kill the bastard.
But then the amount of blood causes my rattled mind to switch gears as the Bus hits the curb and we come to a stop... rage evaporated and shock set in. People gathering, getting us out of the Bus, suddenly paramedics, and cops, and mom's in the ambulance going to the hospital, and a cop is giving me a ride so I can take home my bass because the Bus was getting towed off, and I hoped I could get my amp later that thing cost a fortune... and then I'm on the phone to Jeremy "My mom's at the hospital and I have no way of getting there"... and then I'm at the hospital, mom's got stitches above her eyebrow where it had hit the steering wheel, and I think I had a mild concussion but I wouldn't let the paramedics at the scene worry about me... and then I realized my arm hurt and I was completely fucking blind without my glasses.
Blind and mentally scarred:
And I should of had this X-Rayed because I still get twinges:
To this day I still get a little jumpy with cars that don't look like they're gonna stop... so much so I'll probably never be able to drive...
I honestly don't know who's fault it was... I wasn't paying attention to the lights, but the bastard tried to sue us for his totaled POS and damages. His witness failed to appear and the case was dismissed. He again tried to sue after we'd moved to Seattle, but since mom wasn't about to spend money to go back down there and fight it, she gave them the finger. Eventually though that caught up with her and her WA State License got revoked until the statute had expired. I hope that guy died/dies of colorectal cancer...
It took a while to get the Bus fixed and for a while it was sitting with the amp stuck inside... until someone ELSE decided to liberate it. I hope they died/die of colorectal cancer too. The Bus then became known as the Killer Bitch Bus (we figured it was related to Hitler or something and loaded with bad karma), once we got to Seattle we sold it off... not long afterwards we heard that the new owners had rolled it, and it was finally totalled. The roads were finally safe once again.
But yeah... so now I ALWAYS wear a seat belt. And you should too.
~Liriel
posted by Ethan at 6:48 PM
2 Comments:
Awww...Even if you were bruised you still look great...especially without those glasses. :)
I wear seatbelt everytime I ride with friends, esp. in front seat.
You take care. :D
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Sorry to hear about the bus ... <_< but yeah, glad everyone survived too!
I gues if the bus was infused with the spirit of Hitler, it deserved to die, but I can't help feeling a little compassion.
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