This morning, I was almost hit on three different occasions.
I can't imagine this only happens to me. There are awful drivers out there.
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Crossing an intersection I looked straight at the driver. She saw me and then while crossing in front of her she took off. I caught the corner of the hood with my hands and it threw me across the intersection. I cracked a chip in my elbow that still bothers me to this day if I set it down wrong.
The lesson learned... E=MC squared is for real. Just a little speed with the mass of a car really packs a punch.
Was crossing the street and a car parked a few spaces back pulled out of their parking spot and decided to gun it right into me. I sprained my knee and was on crutches for 3 months.
Everyone of you deserved to be hit. Running on the roads is a suicide wish. You know this. If you get running on the roads you deserve to die and I won't feel bad for you, no matter the circumstances
I was hit pretty hard. My fault, although the guy was speeding.
I was running in a residential neighborhood with a couple teammates, one is my wife now. I was on the sidewalk and came to an intersection that was a two way stop. The stop sign was on my road. The street to the left and right was lined with parked cars. I glanced both ways, but didn't stop. I was too complacent as we tend to be when running in groups, talking, feeling safe in the herd, not really paying attention. I missed the little car driving fast, 45 in a 30, that was hidden behind the parked cars. My friend yelled and I turned to look about the time it hit me. It had slowed some and was going maybe 35.
I was in a wheelchair for a 6-8 weeks then crutches for another 4 months. I was actually able to get back running for a short period of time. Got down to 15:00 again, but eventually knee issues won over and I'm now sidelined. I was fortunate.
It's really amazing the force a car hits you with at that speed, hard to describe.
Everyone of you deserved to be hit. Running on the roads is a suicide wish. You know this. If you get running on the roads you deserve to die and I won't feel bad for you, no matter the circumstances
Crossing an intersection I looked straight at the driver. She saw me and then while crossing in front of her she took off. I caught the corner of the hood with my hands and it threw me across the intersection. I cracked a chip in my elbow that still bothers me to this day if I set it down wrong.
The lesson learned... E=MC squared is for real. Just a little speed with the mass of a car really packs a punch.
What does the energy associated with the REST mass of a particle have to do with this topic? Not sure you can get hit by a car at rest?
Crossing an intersection I looked straight at the driver. She saw me and then while crossing in front of her she took off. I caught the corner of the hood with my hands and it threw me across the intersection. I cracked a chip in my elbow that still bothers me to this day if I set it down wrong.
The lesson learned... E=MC squared is for real. Just a little speed with the mass of a car really packs a punch.
What does the energy associated with the REST mass of a particle have to do with this topic? Not sure you can get hit by a car at rest?
Everyone knows what he’s talking about. So do you. Quit being critical.
I have been "hit" a number of times at stop signs in residential areas (at least 10, with many near misses). Drivers will look at the direction of oncoming traffic, see that they are good, and not think to look at the sidewalk in the direction of non-oncoming traffic...even though I am literally 10 feet from the driver, in plain view, not even peripheral vision. I would guess that people subconsciously filter out pedestrians as a danger in a crash, and only really realize it when I car is about to hit them.
The worst injury I got was a gauge in my calf from a license plate. All the other times, I put a hand on the hood and vaulted up. Fortunately, I now live in an area where there aren't residential roads every 25 meters. I wouldn't want to run those routes again, with everyone on their phones nowadays.
I will be "that guy," and say that (maybe by coincidence) all the times I have come into contact with a car, the driver was a woman. Take that however you want.
The closest call I ever had was in the winter. A town dump truck with side plows lowered a the side plow and the corner of the plow tore my jacket. It could have just as easily torn right through my body if I was a couple inches closer...as it was, I was way on the inside of the breakdown lane.
I got hit by a middle aged blonde mom in high school. She didn’t look both ways and was on her phone. She ended up telling the police I sprinted into her car. Women can never take accountability for anything except how “dumb” their partner is.