[Leica] Greetings

[Nathan Wajsman]

The operative phrase in the post below is “I wasn’t even bruised”. 
Good to hear that. The rest I am sure the insurance will take care of.

Cheers,
Nathan

Nathan Wajsman
Alicante, Spain
http://www.frozenlight.eu <http://www.frozenlight.eu/>
http:// <http://www.greatpix.eu/>www.greatpix.eu
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Cycling: http://www.crazyguyonabike.com/belgiangator <http://www.crazyguyonabike.com/belgiangator>
YNWA













> On 23 Dec 2015, at 07:38, Herbert Kanner <kanner at acm.org> wrote:
> 
> Happy holidays everyone.  
> 
> I’ve been pretty disorganized all week and not thinking about photography. My car was totaled last Friday evening by what must have been a drunk driving without headlights. My car was hit from the right at about a forty-five degree angle as I was making a left turn. Street showed no headlights as far as I could see in either direction and there was no flash of light at my car interior as I was hit. The car spun around, crossed the street in the process and ended up in the grass in a park, facing the street I had been on. I wasn’t even bruised. Airbags did not deploy. I never got any details about the other driver other than that he was taken to the hospital, claiming pain. Street so wide that I couldn’t even distinguish between cop cars, and the one that hit me. Cops didn’t cross the street; the cop with me knew nothing about what was known on the other side of the street. He just got my story. All I could do re reporting the incident to my insurance company was to tell them to get the police report.
> 
> An amazing thing did happen. The young cop on my side was chatting me up. Possibly to see if I was campus mantis and sober. The conversation got into where I was heading, a specific restaurant that I named, and what I was planning to eat: a steak, rare.
> 
> After the two truck took both cars away, the cop gave me a lift home in the back of the squad car. About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was the cop, holding a plastic sack. He went to that restaurant and bought me dinner; refused compensation. I got to tell his sergeant about it over the phone, and was told the cop would get a commendation.
> 
> Because I’m 93, I can’t tell how many driving years are left in me, and I decided not to go through the hassle of buying a car but just use Uber and Lyft services.
> 
> Herb
> 
> 
> Herbert Kanner
> kanner at acm.org
> 
> Question Authority and the authorities will question you.
> 
> 
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