Car wreck - #3

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Now, on a nice day in August, I was driving down to South Austin to see my friend I met after the first car accident. Since this was 1973, the north/south route we call "Mopac" in Austin hadn't been built yet. I have several choices of driving from where my folks lived and where she lived. The first was to drive all the way across town east, get on the Interstate and then have to drive all the way west to where she lived, just east of Lamar. The second was to take Lamar, which wasn't as nearly far east as the Interstate, but had way more lights and went right on the edge of downtown. Or I could go a little west and take back roads until I got to the river and then take Lamar, involving a lot few lights and a lot more interesting scenery. It could also involve driving down a street I had used to live on, Madrona Dr. Well, I chose to drive down the back streets. I got onto Madrona and looked to see if anyone I knew was outside - no. As I got to the corner, I stopped, but kind of a rolling stop, because I knew I would have to inch out a bit to see around the hill on the left side. Meanwhile, the truck behind me, with a guy and two girls, was waving at me, kind of under the steering wheel. He failed to stop. (Just so you know, there had been a car coming.) We get out, and I say that I need to call the police (and my mother.) I first went to one house, but nobody was home, so I went across the street to another one. The first house was the home of a school friend and playmate when I was growing up, the second was my eye doctor's. I re-introduced myself to her and explained about the car wreck. She let me in to call the police and then lent me her phone book so I could look up the number of the friend that my mother was at. On my way back out, I missed the step onto the curb and fell, hitting the side of my head, and my glasses, against the street sign. Now, remember, this is only 11 months after I totaled a car, I still have headaches, barely controlled by the phenobarb I was taking. A few minutes later, my eye doctor came out and fixed my glasses, I hadn't realized he was even home. At least the guy waving at me had his sister and a friend of the sister in the truck, so it wasn't like he was trying to "hit" on me with a girlfriend in the car.