Falling down, and getting back up
My nephew fell and sprained his wrist, it probably runs in the family, being sort of accident prone at that age. When I was young, I had a job as a security guard. I was working 10, 12 hour shifts, always tired. One day I stumbled over a car curb and sprained my wrist.
Not much of a problem on the face of it, but I was driving an old 66 New Yorker with a push button automatic. (I had rescued it from some guy who was thinking of taking it to the demolition derby)
Even worse, the buttons were on the same side I sprained, and they took a little effort to push… Plus there was something wrong with the tranny that caused it to not go back into gear after a stop… So I had to hit L and then D again after it was going… Reaching through the (gigantic) steering wheel to do so with my uninjured hand… Careful not to get whacked by the “suicide knob” if I was going over rough roads, I lived in an industrial area at the time.
Good times. I like to think that some metal from that car has been recycled into our fridge. And the stove. And uh, washer and dryer. (It was a very large car.)
Not much of a problem on the face of it, but I was driving an old 66 New Yorker with a push button automatic. (I had rescued it from some guy who was thinking of taking it to the demolition derby)
Even worse, the buttons were on the same side I sprained, and they took a little effort to push… Plus there was something wrong with the tranny that caused it to not go back into gear after a stop… So I had to hit L and then D again after it was going… Reaching through the (gigantic) steering wheel to do so with my uninjured hand… Careful not to get whacked by the “suicide knob” if I was going over rough roads, I lived in an industrial area at the time.
Good times. I like to think that some metal from that car has been recycled into our fridge. And the stove. And uh, washer and dryer. (It was a very large car.)
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