When the woman realized she had been in an accident, she actually got back in the car and was going to drive away. I took her keys and tried to explain she could be hurt and shouldn't be moving. She was trying to explain that she hadn't had that much to drink when the police arrived. They put her in handcuffs and explained that she had already hit two other cars at the gas station a mile away where she was buying more vodka.
This is the poor guy's car she hit (after Ameren came to take the light pole off of it):
RoadID makes several kinds of ID you can wear. I have a dogtag with my Name, Home Town, Emergency Contact Phone Numbers, My Blood Type, and "No Regrets" printed on the front. You can also choose a quote or design for the back. My tag says, "I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious."
Cars have come close to hitting me, people have thrown things at me, I've fallen off of my bike, I run in ridiculous heat. Any number of things could happen that would leave me unable to tell people who I am or who to notify if I'm hurt. Road ID could be the difference between my family meeting me at the hospital and me being admitted as a John Doe.
Saturday
Goal For The Day: Rest.
Distance: 0.00 Miles.
Notes: Tomorrow is the Opening Act 5K in Chesterfield. I'll move my Long Run to Monday morning.
Daily Miles: 0.00 Miles.
Blog Totals:
Run - 124.22 Miles.
Bike - 67.68 Miles.
Swim - 4,450+ meters.
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