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January 22, 2014

Sometimes You're the Windshield. Sometimes You're the Bug.

“Everything was in the car except for my knees and feet. I turned to him and said, ‘Hello, I’m the guy you hit on the bicycle,’” he said. “I had no idea at all why he wasn’t acknowledging me.” The driver continued east on Marshall Street, ran a stop sign at South 14th Street, crashed into a vehicle and kept going. - - Man stuck in windshield recalls bizarre crash

Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 22, 2014 12:28 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I hope the driver was able to finish sending all of his text messages, crosswords, glove box archeology, etc.

Posted by: Scott M at January 23, 2014 12:16 AM

The real problem isn't the texting, it's the individual half in the car distracting him while he's driving. That's why he ran the stop sign and sideswiped the car.

Posted by: Peccable at January 23, 2014 2:08 AM

Since the oh-bummer administration considers people to be children until the age of 26 they should not be able to drink and/or drive until that age. Or serve in the military, or vote or possess a firearm. just sayin... call it a maturation line of demarcation

Posted by: ghostsniper at January 23, 2014 7:20 AM

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