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When I was a kid, we were heading West on Fair Oaks Blvd, near the curve by the Governor's Mansion that no governors ever lived in. We were in a '72 Caddy Fleetwood, I was in the back seat, with my head between the parents in front. For no apparent reason, Dad starts pulling over so I ask why, as we were on the way to pick up my new bicycle. A Honda, mid-70's, had smacked into us between the R front tire and the door. There was a tiny dent, and some yellow paint on us, the Honda looked like it fell off a cliff. I was stunned.
Dad, "That is why my family rides in a big, heavy car."
Physics, there is no escaping it.
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She was the kindest person I ever met
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