The Car Crash 1980

The Car Crash – For some reason I decided to put the hard top back on my Triumph Spitfire, which I had been driving around with no roof all summer, lucky I did. That same evening I was on my way to see Lisa Kaye, who I guess was my girlfriend. Lisa lived in Southgate in her fathers beautiful house, where she had the whole basement to herself. A very attractive, reserved, intelligent Jewish girl with a great smile and great sense of humor, at the same time she was often very sad, due to a tragic moment in her life, I was fully aware of Lisa’s pain and the circumstances, but words of support or comfort would never fit my mouth, which I still regret. I pulled up at a set of red traffic lights; there was a sickening skidding then crashing sound, my whole world span out of control with twisting, screeching metal and flashing blue lights. The police who witnessed the crash assume I was dead. I had been hit from the rear by a juggernaut, because the driver had not seen the red lights, or me it would seem. On the assumption that I was dead the police were no hurry to call an ambulance, they had only contacted the fire brigade. I had to be cut from the wreckage by a fireman. The rear mounted petrol tank had trapped me from behind, the steering wheel, which had lacerated my forehead, trapped me from the front. I was actually saved by the metal hardtop, which had stopped the huge lorry from totally devouring my tiny sports car. Whilst still trapped I remember looking for anything that had my details on and putting them in my pocket, I was driving illegally. A fireman pulled me from the wrecked car and left me standing with blood running from my head, I was approached by one of the policemen and I immediately threw up all over him, he lost interest in me and went off to clean himself up. Still no ambulance! A guy I recognized, though hardly knew, came running over “Hey, I know him, are you alright”? It was Phillip Blass, I insisted to the police, as no ambulance had arrived, that Phil takes me to the hospital. As we drove off I asked him to take me to Lisa’s house, not the hospital. Fortunately Bernie, Lisa’s dad open the door and insisted on taking me to the hospital. My last memory of that evening was Lisa holding my hand as I lay in hospital and, to my surprise, my father turning up. Bernie didn’t like me; he always blamed me for Lisa’s marijuana smoking but infact at that time I didn’t partake in the getting stoned experience, which Lisa, in my defense, often pointed out to her dad. I guess Bernie Kaye just didn’t like me and didn’t want me around his lovely daughter. Lisa had the quote, “Sometimes Eye see but sometimes I blind”, written somewhere in her basement, a quote which I still often use. Although left with a scarred forehead and my car written off; I still had the number plate and log book for the Spitfire, which would soon come in handy.