A quick note to inform those who inquired about David’s accident with Motorcycle girl.
David says he’s okay and today, it’s hard to distinguish old arthritic pain from any new aches. The policeman who handled the case, Sgt. Ramos, was very kind and shook David’s hand both at the scene of the accident and later when he knocked on the door after we arrived home. He checked to see how David was and asked what type of seatbelt he had been wearing. (In Arlington, it is an offense to drive or be a passenger in a moving car without wearing your seatbelt, including taxis.)
At the scene Sgt. Ramos checked the damage to David’s car. The 35-year old Toyota is covered with scars from being rammed on multiple occasions by various drivers I encountered in my decades long commute to and through DC to Maryland every day: 1/coming out of my parking garage downtown; 2/on the Southeast expressway..twice; and 3/ sitting at a stoplight on Pennsylvania Avenue where a Mercedes drove into me (the Mercedes destroyed his front right fender and my Toy had a minor dent on the left).
Since I gave the old Toyota to him, David has added a few more nicks and scratches as folks backed into him in various parking lot incidents and twice when “cut-through” commuters rounded the corner in front of our house too quickly and hit the Toy. Driving in the city takes a toll on a car.
The motorcycle incident added a set of new dents and scratches from the middle of the car to the bumper, which it knocked loose. David can’t get the boot hatch door open from a previous incident.
Sgt. Ramos also checked David’s driving record, which is good, so that works in his favor. Furthermore, he can drive until his court date, June 10th. He also has the option of paying the fine and accepting guilt, or going to court to fight the charge. If he decides to go to court and fight the charge (and he probably will), I will write more. However, the charge is “failure to yield the right-of-way,” and no other, such as reckless driving was listed ($51 fine). The corner where he turned is blind, because the street is narrow (cars park on both sides), but there are two lanes for traffic. Although the speed limit is 25 mph at all times, cut-through drivers treat it like a speedway because it leads directly into Fort Meyers.
When my daughter and SIL visited on Saturday, Bill had been working on Hannah’s old car all day. He’s getting it ready for Joy to take to Atlanta this summer. Hannah hit a deer and smacked the front end pretty badly. When she couldn’t get the hood closed, she took a baseball bat to it and pounded it shut. Bill got a new hood from the junk yard.
Hannah says she will never have another car and is using her bicycle to get to and from work and around town (she lives and works in a university town). Mom won’t let Joy take her truck to Atlanta, because it has 500,000 miles on it.
Everyone in our family but me drives an old car, or rides a bike. My car is only 10 years old and has about 20,000 miles on it. Everyone but me, knows how to work on cars. I don’t do mechanics. I call taxis.