Just remembered the other time I was ‘brushed’ & fell (see post #19). It was 1962 and I was riding my branny-new Schwinn Paramount north on Lincoln Blvd, in Santa Monica, on my way to SMCC for classes. The traffic was heavy and I was playing tag with a bus; I’d pass him when he stopped & he’d pass me in between.

As I was passing the bus for the umpteenth time, a woman decided she could pass both of us – in the same lane. She brushed me and I fell/leaned against the side of her car, slid along its side and fell in the street when it passed. Bloodied elbows, knees & one hand.

The bus stayed stopped & the driver called the EMTs (fire department). The woman pulled to the curb and proceeded to have a heart attack. Unfortunately, she expired right there. She was DRT (cop term: Dead-Right-There). It was a terrible experience and I had driven it, mostly, from my mind. Until this morning’s recollection --.

I quickly found another, more secluded, way to get to class.

Joe