Bicyclists in dark clothing . . .
Forty years ago, it was. Young girl, fourteen years old, goes looking for her dad who's out drinking. They live in a rural area, so when she starts home she winds up pushing her bike on a two-lane state highway. After dark.
A young man not much older than her is on his way up that two-lane state highway to take his fiancée out on a date. He didn't even see her until her bike hit his windshield.
She died at the scene. My first husband had nightmares almost every night until we divorced twelve years later.
What a price to pay for not thinking.
Forty years ago, it was. Young girl, fourteen years old, goes looking for her dad who's out drinking. They live in a rural area, so when she starts home she winds up pushing her bike on a two-lane state highway. After dark.
A young man not much older than her is on his way up that two-lane state highway to take his fiancée out on a date. He didn't even see her until her bike hit his windshield.
She died at the scene. My first husband had nightmares almost every night until we divorced twelve years later.
What a price to pay for not thinking.
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