![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Commute Excitement
Sep. 3rd, 2010 07:02 pmSo my lovely and talented wife got to leave work early today. They closed the office at 3 o'clock. I drove downtown to pick her up as I always do, and then we headed home. We'd just come across the Hawthorne bridge and were driving east on Hawthorne when we saw an accident. I caught a glimpse of a big pickup truck turning out of a side street--and colliding with a young woman bicyclist who was traveling east beside us.
She went down. I hit the brakes and checked the rearview mirrors. She was lying on the street more or less behind us and wasn't moving. I pulled over (and checked that I'd parked in a parking area, out of traffic). Snippy dialed 911 on her cell phone while I got out and ran back toward the downed cyclist whilst trying to remember what I'd learned in my first aid classes.
As it happens, several other people were already gathered around her, including one man who was already checking her over. He questioned her, checked her arms and legs, and so forth. Another witness, who was driving a fairly large truck, turned it across a couple of lanes of traffic to divert traffic around them. When asked if she thought she could sit up or if she wanted to remain where she was, the cyclist said she wanted to get up. So a couple of bystanders helped her up and more or less carried her over to the sidewalk.
The emergency response was quick, I have to say. Within a couple of minutes a police car appeared from the direction of the bridge. I waved to the cop and pointed at the corner where the cyclist and everyone else were gathered. She pulled over and spoke to the cyclist, then asked about the driver. He identified himself and she took him aside to question. A firetruck showed up next, and the fire fighters started checking over the cyclist; shortly after that an ambulance showed up.
The cyclist didn't seem badly hurt, other than pain in her leg, but they convinced her to take a ride in the ambulance to get checked out. The cop talked to a couple of other people. My lovely and talented wife and I hung around in case she wanted to talk to us, since we witnessed the accident. She heard the cop tell the driver of the truck that hit her that she was going to arrest him and that she'd read him his rights. The crowd of onlookers eventually dispersed. They loaded the cyclist into the ambulance. The firetruck departed. Eventually, when it was clear that the police had no interest in talking to us, we left.
So that was our excitement for the day.
In other news, I got another rejection email today from a new (to me) market. *sigh* Oh well, I'll just send it out again.
Stories in Circulation: 13
Rejections: 56
Stories Accepted: SEVEN
Stories to Resubmit: 0
Novel Queries
Strange Attractors (urban fantasy): 4 queries out, 9 rejections
Repossessor (science fiction): 5 queries out, no responses
She went down. I hit the brakes and checked the rearview mirrors. She was lying on the street more or less behind us and wasn't moving. I pulled over (and checked that I'd parked in a parking area, out of traffic). Snippy dialed 911 on her cell phone while I got out and ran back toward the downed cyclist whilst trying to remember what I'd learned in my first aid classes.
As it happens, several other people were already gathered around her, including one man who was already checking her over. He questioned her, checked her arms and legs, and so forth. Another witness, who was driving a fairly large truck, turned it across a couple of lanes of traffic to divert traffic around them. When asked if she thought she could sit up or if she wanted to remain where she was, the cyclist said she wanted to get up. So a couple of bystanders helped her up and more or less carried her over to the sidewalk.
The emergency response was quick, I have to say. Within a couple of minutes a police car appeared from the direction of the bridge. I waved to the cop and pointed at the corner where the cyclist and everyone else were gathered. She pulled over and spoke to the cyclist, then asked about the driver. He identified himself and she took him aside to question. A firetruck showed up next, and the fire fighters started checking over the cyclist; shortly after that an ambulance showed up.
The cyclist didn't seem badly hurt, other than pain in her leg, but they convinced her to take a ride in the ambulance to get checked out. The cop talked to a couple of other people. My lovely and talented wife and I hung around in case she wanted to talk to us, since we witnessed the accident. She heard the cop tell the driver of the truck that hit her that she was going to arrest him and that she'd read him his rights. The crowd of onlookers eventually dispersed. They loaded the cyclist into the ambulance. The firetruck departed. Eventually, when it was clear that the police had no interest in talking to us, we left.
So that was our excitement for the day.
In other news, I got another rejection email today from a new (to me) market. *sigh* Oh well, I'll just send it out again.
Stories in Circulation: 13
Rejections: 56
Stories Accepted: SEVEN
Stories to Resubmit: 0
Novel Queries
Strange Attractors (urban fantasy): 4 queries out, 9 rejections
Repossessor (science fiction): 5 queries out, no responses