Dec 30, 2001 9:59 PM
|I mentioned in a message several months back that just about every experience I've had with a CHP officer has been positive. Yesterday's experience reinforced that. My wife, the kids, and I were on the way to my in-laws' in the Palm Springs area yesterday when we were rear-ended on I-10. Three cars with a total of 9 passengers were involved and, fortunately, nobody was seriously hurt. A CHP officer was on-scene within 3-4 minutes and more or less insisted on taking a report, which was a pleasant difference from my experience with most municipal officers. A few minutes later, another CHP officer arrived and assisted the first officer in obtaining all information necessary for the report so that everyone could get back on the road or towed as quickly as possible. They were nice to the kids and nothing but professional, despite standing outside in cold rain and howling winds. Thanks to all the CHP out there keeping the roads safe.|
Dec 30, 2001 10:21 PM
|as only someone who likes the Dead Milkmen can be ;) Glad no one was hurt! What did the kids think?
Thanks for taking the time to relay a positive experience, and have a wonderful New Year.
Dec 31, 2001 6:07 AM
|Our daughter's 4 1/2 and she was a little shaken up. She cried for a few minutes and keeps asking if we're going to get in another accident every time we're in the car. I have a feeling she'll more or less forget about it in a week or two. Our boy is only 14 months. He cried a little bit, but I think he started crying only because his sister was crying.|
|Here she is||mickey-mac|
Dec 31, 2001 6:27 AM
|I can't get enough of her.|
|And the boy too||mickey-mac|
Dec 31, 2001 6:32 AM
|With a little dirt on his face. (We got a digital camera for Christmas.)|
|What the hell is on that shirt?||mr_spin|
Dec 31, 2001 8:25 AM
|Is that some kind of potato monster?|
|That's Dino After a High-speed Descent*S*(nm)||Jon|
Dec 31, 2001 8:29 AM
|I dunno, but it actually has fur on it||mickey-mac|
Dec 31, 2001 10:03 AM
|It was a Christmas present from one of the more demented relatives.|
|Hey,those kids are cute.||STEELYeyed|
Dec 31, 2001 5:55 PM
|Cherish these years,they grow up to fast,I never thought I would miss having little kids around,but I do.|
|I think I know what it is||mr_spin|
Jan 2, 2002 12:16 PM
|It's the bastard child of the Stanford Tree!
|your kids are adorable!||lonefrontranger|
Dec 31, 2001 6:43 PM
|And I don't even like kids that much. Everyone says that will change when I have my own, but so far I've not felt the urge.
I must agree with the below comment - that is one demented T-shirt! I like the fur, that's a great touch. How well does it survive ice cream and spaghetti sauce infestations?
I think you're right about your daughter, although it's a bummer to go through that. I had a similar experience when I was her age. I was asleep on the back seat of the 72 Duster, and got thrown onto the floor in a minor fender-bender. This was before car seats or seat belts were in common use, natch. I wasn't hurt a bit, but paranoid to get into the car for a few weeks after. I got over it.
|Thanks LFR and STEELYeyed||mickey-mac|
Jan 1, 2002 6:54 AM
|They're great kids, and they love the snot out of each other. I'm thinking about calling him Bahamontes because he loves to climb: onto chairs, boxes, and beds, into the refrigerator, diswasher, and anything else that has an opening. He'll climb onto anything that will get him even a couple of inches off the ground.
I haven't even thought about Dusters in a long time. Did it have a cool 8-track player?
|affirmative on the 8-track||lonefrontranger|
Jan 1, 2002 8:44 AM
|My folks lived in San Fran at the time and were utter hippies. Mom made macrame thingies and cloisonne jewelery to sell at concerts as supplemental income - she claimed her day job as an architectural draftsman was too artistically confining. Dad was a garbage man by day and a 'horticultural scientist' at other times. I was one of the little naked babies running around in the mud at Woodstock.
Pete Seeger's brother lived next door to us in SF, and lots of interesting people used to come over there to jam (Dad is also a pretty decent classical guitarist), as well as wander in and out of our apartment at all hours.
The 8-track was some aftermarket deal dad got us, and the Latino kid down the street installed it for a nickel bag. I think he was maybe 13, but they all looked like 'big kids' to a 4-year-old. He thought I was a fun toy and used to ride me around on the front of his skateboard up and down Texas Street, which is where some Chuck Norris chase scene was filmed (cars flying through the air at every intersection). I'm sure any self-respecting parent today would be appalled, but back then, everything was cool.
Some of my fondest childhood memories were of road trips in the Duster, listening to the Beatles, Simon & Garfunkel, Cheech & Chong, Janis Joplin and the Dead on the 8-track.
Don't hang that handle on the kid just yet! I was a 'climber' too as a kid, and turned out to be a sprinter in real life! I climbed everything in sight when I was little. I was a very hyper kid, and used to drive Mom nuts by doing "Spiderman" up the door frames. Another favorite trick when I was a little older was to run onto the back of our ladderback dinette chairs and try to balance them (a'la Jennifer Beals in Flashdance). Sometimes it worked, but I always had a fair share of bruises, bashes and skinned knees. Mom found me on top of the fridge playing with the cat once when I was 3 or so - no clue how I got there.
|re: For Dinosaur||DINOSAUR|
Jan 3, 2002 4:31 PM
|I've been retired a full three years now, it's hard to remember what it was like as most of my memories are good ones.
I am teaching my 15 year old daughter how to drive. The first day out, 5 minutes into the drive she ran off the road and took out a speed limit sign. I called the CHP to the scene and a nice female officer was very sympathetic to my daughter and it turned out we didn't need a report as there was no damage to our car and the sign just needed a new post. I thought my whole life flashed before my eyes, this is my first experience sitting in the passenger seat and having no control. I got my daughter back into the car that day (after I used a few words only a drunken sailor would understand) and she is improving on her driving skills, and I'm improving on my vocabulary)..if she can last through me sitting alongside her, she can withstand anything, I'm a terrible backseat driver...
Thanks for the kind words..