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be stretched out on one's Chesterfield (I was cycling west on Wall Street in Round Cape when I heard a crash behind me. Quickly I went back and saw a car bumper, then noticed the fence was gone. A car had flown across Wall Street coming down the hill on Renfrew Street. It missed me by seconds. I looked over the embankment and saw a white Honda on its side lying on train tracks! I called 911. Fire and ambulance and police were all there in under 15 minutes. I went on with my ride though I felt shaken. As I am stretched out on my Chesterfield in the living room, I can hear my mother saying 'it was not your day to die'. Good to be alive. (Reddit) ART Vancouver) |
