You ever see those commercials? "Which one do you want picking you up?" and you have a line up of a Taxi Cab, Police Car, Ambulance or the Coroner? Then the Coroners van is seen driving into a field to presumably pick up the body, or maybe its the car from the funeral home. When I see that commercial, I can't help but think, wouldn't it be nice. Wouldn't it be nice to arrive at the scene of a motor vehicle collision and everything is laid out just so. I guess the commercial seems to plot out an organized setting, when really its chaos. Sure, there are varying degrees of severity, but the really bad ones, as is suppose to be depicted in these commercials, with the camera panning to a car totally obliterated and the end in sight, there is no organization. In my experience, those really bad ones, people usually are not even in one piece. Maybe I'm late in the year with this, as the roads have been bad in most places for some time now. I have posted this message before, because its a good message, I commute an hour to and from work every day I work and always see people driving like morons. So next time you get into your car, buckle up, pay attention to the road and to others, and safe travels.
2 tons of steel. I don't need to watch a video to understand the amount of damage that much metal can do to a person when traveling only 40 mph. People drive like morons. Sad part is you don't have to be the driver or even in a car to be affected by someone driving. I grew up in a racing family and I used to race go-karts every weekend (100 cc Yamaha dirt go-karts, with no roll-cage, or seatbelts, it was still safer than riding in a car), so my family has always taken these kinds of things extremely serious. I never entertained the idea of messing around in a car or motorcycle or atv because I knew my Dad would have whipped my ass, not all parents are that great though. Car control is just as important as gun control in a family, I know lots of teenagers who grew up thinking it was a great idea to race cars on the street...
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