Decked By a Lav Truck

Derg said:
Yup!

Walking across the street with some elote from a street vendor when we stopped to charge the car, car slowed down a bit at the stop sign, looked the wrong direction, blasted me right there in the crosswalk. I flew probably six feet and luckily didn't get subsequently run over.
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Strong dislike, amigo. Glad you’re ok. Sorry to hear about the loss of your cup of corn.
 
Derg said:
1. The elote was irreparable.
2. Nope! Shockingly. However the psychological scar of seeing a car accelerate toward me post impact and trying to roll away from the tires before it came to a stop "stuck" with me.
3. Yes
4. Yes
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Pretty similar without the elote. I was running and managed to spin myself out of the way befoew getting hit. The driver bolted.
 
Flyinthrew said:
For those who don’t know, a young ramper was very nearly killed on 12/10 wing walking in ATL. I think the video is in the link to the GoFundMe.

Anyway, I am highly encouraged when looking at the list of donations at how many pilots from all airlines are donating. Maybe we aren’t a bunch of misers who live in a high tower and vote no on every TA (even if it makes us the most highly compensated pilots on Earth).

I have included the GoFundMe link in case you are moved to support.

gofund.me

Donate to Teenager hit by truck while at work. Please help!!, organized by Coco Fulson

It pains me to write this. On Saturday, December 10 aro… Coco Fulson needs your support for Teenager hit by truck while at work. Please help!!
gofund.me gofund.me
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Not good. But very indicative of broader problems.

Don't know if I should start with texting in the cockpit, or how people show their true colors when they jump behind the wheel of a 2000lb chunk of plastic and steal.

Glad the gal looks like she is going to be ok.
 
Derg said:
1. The elote was irreparable.
2. Nope! Shockingly. However the psychological scar of seeing a car accelerate toward me post impact and trying to roll away from the tires before it came to a stop "stuck" with me.
3. Yes
4. Yes
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Dude, I feel this.

I haven’t been nailed that hard yet (knock on wood) but because my vision is less than it used to be I can’t drive so weather permitting I walk pretty much everywhere.

I have had a few times where they “tapped me” and I fell over in the street because I lost my balance, and at least a half dozen times where I dove out of the way to avoid major injury.

After the first time I got tapped I had literal nightmares about it for about a week - those went away thankfully but I can’t imagine what that would have been like if I had got hurt.

I am so sorry you’ve experienced that. Having a very large object barreling towards you triggers something in the lizard brain I think…. dude that’s terrible.

Any lasting damage at all?
 
Nah, no damage besides some minor abrasions on my palms, but to be honest… psychologically, I'm still a little wonky. My brain keeps thinking about if I hadn't of rolled out of the way, what the tire would have felt like as it rolled over me.

I find myself watching drivers turn right on red lights without stopping and there's also someone in the crosswalk, or making a speedy left turn and honking at pedestrians crossing the street and get a little road rage-y, which is supremely out of character for me.

But a lot of drivers are narcissistic asses who eschew traffic laws because "no one's there to enforce them" and have little appreciation for pedestrians.
 
Derg said:
I find myself watching drivers turn right on red lights without stopping and there's also someone in the crosswalk
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I have a bone chip missing from my right leg from somebody doing this to me. I've also got a small scar on my palm from where I was thrown into a glass door by a drunk guy who was driving on the sidewalk (on a dare from his equally as drunk passenger) and hit me hard enough to throw me into said door. I was lucky in that one as the three other people he hit fared much worse. It took about a year for me to feel "normal" walking in public after that.
 
BobDDuck said:
I have a bone chip missing from my right leg from somebody doing this to me. I've also got a small scar on my palm from where I was thrown into a glass door by a drunk guy who was driving on the sidewalk (on a dare from his equally as drunk passenger) and hit me hard enough to throw me into said door. I was lucky in that one as the three other people he hit fared much worse. It took about a year for me to feel "normal" walking in public after that.
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Ungh, sorry man that has to suck AND that it's happened multiple times.

I'm one bad meal away from walking around like De Niro from "Taxi Driver" and banging on hoods.

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Derg said:
Nah, no damage besides some minor abrasions on my palms, but to be honest… psychologically, I'm still a little wonky. My brain keeps thinking about if I hadn't of rolled out of the way, what the tire would have felt like as it rolled over me.

I find myself watching drivers turn right on red lights without stopping and there's also someone in the crosswalk, or making a speedy left turn and honking at pedestrians crossing the street and get a little road rage-y, which is supremely out of character for me.

But a lot of drivers are narcissistic asses who eschew traffic laws because "no one's there to enforce them" and have little appreciation for pedestrians.
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Seems to me drivers in AZ have gotten exponentially worse the past few years (not just during snowbird season). Driving home from the PHX parking lot is a white knuckle drive half the time these days.


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Derg said:
Nah, no damage besides some minor abrasions on my palms, but to be honest… psychologically, I'm still a little wonky. My brain keeps thinking about if I hadn't of rolled out of the way, what the tire would have felt like as it rolled over me.
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I, uh, sorta ran over myself. Short version, the fuel lines on my late, mostly-lamented V70R corroded to the point that it stopped running and just pissed fuel on to the ground...in a thunderstorm. I did the responsible thing and called AAA, but then some kindly good Samaritan (and isn't it always some guy with gold teeth in a 1985 Ranger, never a fellow Yuppie, which could possibly be a Life Lesson?) stopped by to help me push it out of traffic, and then I did the dumb thing.

He was pushing from the front of the car, and I was steering from behind (so really in front of, since were pushing it backwards) the driver's door, so I could reach in and steer. You can see where this is going. Slipped, knocked over by the door, left foot and lower leg run over by ~3500 lbs of Swedish lead.

Anyway, point being, it's amazing how much can go through your mind so quickly. I distinctly remember thinking "Oh hell, if I'm not killed, I'm very likely going to be crippled. Where's the nearest hospital? Would it make more sense to have this guy take me, or wait for an ambulance? Will I even be able to get off the ground? What if I'm trapped under it? Would it be better to have him try to push it off if I'm trapped under it or will that just allow more bleeding? How significant are the arteries and veins in that part of my body? What would my time of useful conscious be if they were severed? I'm going to have to call work. If I survive..." etc. etc. And at least the memory of these thoughts is that they all happened *at once*, like while the thing was still happening.

I did (obviously) survive, and as it happened the car rolled all the way over my leg and I...just kind of got back up. Unsurprisingly, I was hyperventilating and in full fight-or-flight, but after sitting down for a couple of minutes, I decided I was just fine! The guy was incredibly nice about the whole thing, offered to take me to the hospital of course and all the rest, but like any other wounded animal I just wanted to hide in a safe place and like assess my injuries/lick my wounds/etc.

Naturally I was not "just fine", but I sat there until the AAA guy showed up, limped in to the truck, went home, went to bed, and it wasn't till the next day when I woke up that I realized that I probably needed to see a Medical Professional, since my left foot was now about twice the size of my right one.

When I did finally see the MD, he told me that I had done it *just right*. The angle at which my foot had met the tire meant that it had just swiveled around the joint. All of the soft tissue had of course been crushed and massively bruised, but nothing broken. If it had been at a more vertical angle I would have had multiple broken bones and probably some lasting damage.

I saved the best for last, though. This was right before my last trip at Dumont, like I'd already given my two weeks. When I called in saying I'd accidentally run over myself with a car, I got the real feeling that for some reason, no one believed me!

Glad you didn't actually get run over, in any case. It sucks. Also, don't push a car backwards from behind the driver's door. I've done the research for you.
 
ASpilot2be said:
Glad to hear she's OK. Also happy to see all the support.


I watched a ramper run himself over one time. He jumped on the tug, slammed on the gas, hit the corner of the curb which sent him into a wheelie. It threw him off and ran him over. Probably the craziest thing I have seen.
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She's alive, but she is definitely not in the clear yet. I just sat in ATL for a couple hours watching all the wing walkers and most were doing the same thing as what happened here - standing in the road, holding the wands, staring at the wing tip and back turned to the road. I wish this resonated a little more amongst people, but it doesn't look like it did.
 
Boris Badenov said:
I, uh, sorta ran over myself. Short version, the fuel lines on my late, mostly-lamented V70R corroded to the point that it stopped running and just pissed fuel on to the ground...in a thunderstorm. I did the responsible thing and called AAA, but then some kindly good Samaritan (and isn't it always some guy with gold teeth in a 1985 Ranger, never a fellow Yuppie, which could possibly be a Life Lesson?) stopped by to help me push it out of traffic, and then I did the dumb thing.

He was pushing from the front of the car, and I was steering from behind (so really in front of, since were pushing it backwards) the driver's door, so I could reach in and steer. You can see where this is going. Slipped, knocked over by the door, left foot and lower leg run over by ~3500 lbs of Swedish lead.

Anyway, point being, it's amazing how much can go through your mind so quickly. I distinctly remember thinking "Oh hell, if I'm not killed, I'm very likely going to be crippled. Where's the nearest hospital? Would it make more sense to have this guy take me, or wait for an ambulance? Will I even be able to get off the ground? What if I'm trapped under it? Would it be better to have him try to push it off if I'm trapped under it or will that just allow more bleeding? How significant are the arteries and veins in that part of my body? What would my time of useful conscious be if they were severed? I'm going to have to call work. If I survive..." etc. etc. And at least the memory of these thoughts is that they all happened *at once*, like while the thing was still happening.

I did (obviously) survive, and as it happened the car rolled all the way over my leg and I...just kind of got back up. Unsurprisingly, I was hyperventilating and in full fight-or-flight, but after sitting down for a couple of minutes, I decided I was just fine! The guy was incredibly nice about the whole thing, offered to take me to the hospital of course and all the rest, but like any other wounded animal I just wanted to hide in a safe place and like assess my injuries/lick my wounds/etc.

Naturally I was not "just fine", but I sat there until the AAA guy showed up, limped in to the truck, went home, went to bed, and it wasn't till the next day when I woke up that I realized that I probably needed to see a Medical Professional, since my left foot was now about twice the size of my right one.

When I did finally see the MD, he told me that I had done it *just right*. The angle at which my foot had met the tire meant that it had just swiveled around the joint. All of the soft tissue had of course been crushed and massively bruised, but nothing broken. If it had been at a more vertical angle I would have had multiple broken bones and probably some lasting damage.

I saved the best for last, though. This was right before my last trip at Dumont, like I'd already given my two weeks. When I called in saying I'd accidentally run over myself with a car, I got the real feeling that for some reason, no one believed me!

Glad you didn't actually get run over, in any case. It sucks. Also, don't push a car backwards from behind the driver's door. I've done the research for you.
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Whoaaaaah, uhh don't do that again!
 
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