Talk about turning a Mole hill into a Mountain lol
I started wearing seat belts without fail when I was a senior in high school in 1975. I worked at a large grocery store on a busy highway near where I live. I was a bagging technician and was returning to the store from having to put groceries in a car WAY out in the parking lot, when I heard somebody rowing thru the gears on something with some power. I turned towards the road to look about the same time the guy in an orange 69 SS Chevelle lost control, crossed the centerline and hit a 72 Duster head on. I recognized the Duster as a car I had put a lot of groceries in over the last year, and ran to the road to try to help. The car belonged to a young family, husband and wife with 2 small kids. Upon impact, I SAW the lady come thru the windshield and land in the road. When I got there, it was a horrible sight. She was bloody all over, couldn't move her legs and was trying to pull herself around on the pavement by her arms and hands.....while screaming " WHERE'S MY BABY?!" repeatedly. Those were her last words as she died right there in the road. Her husband died instantly from being crushed by the impact and his head hitting the A pillar. The older child, maybe 3 years old was killed when it got thrown into the back of the front seat. The only survivor was the youngest child who was in what would now be considered a crude car/baby seat that was luckily belted to the backseat on the drivers side. It was a helpless feeling to not be able to help any of those nice people, who I had put a lot of groceries in their nice, black 72 model 340 Duster. I walked straight up to my 70 Duster in the parking lot, that was my first car, dug the seat belts out from beside the seats and I've never ridden without one since.
Oh, and the guy driving the orange Chevelle? He was drunk and survived with minor injuries! :mad: