The Ricker got in a car accident.
It was years ago, probably in the early 1990s. He was driving to work (in his old rust-colored AMC Eagle; I hope someone else remembers this car) when a cement truck stopped on the interstate to back into a construction site. A few cars back, a trucker fell asleep behind the wheel and pushed four cars--one of them the Ricker's--under the cement truck.
He was okay, a few dislocated disks and some bruises. The car was totaled, but amazingly, the Ricker's huge aviator glasses were saved. They were knocked from his face and ended up on the rear package shelf in the car. The insurance company paid for an all-in-one home gym and a few other knick knacks around the house for rehabilitation. Eventually, the Ricker got the body back in shape, but there were definitely some mental side effects.
At Thanksgiving that year, about one month after the accident, the Ricker was weird--weirder than normal, that is. He kept forgetting simple things: people's names at the table, when to take the turkey out, et cetera. Eventually, during the meal, he slipped into a new personality. The Ricker wasn't the Ricker anymore; he was a money-changer in Ancient Syria. Biblical Syria. I'm not really sure what was happening. The Ricker has been known to pull some pranks occasionally, but I think even Mrs. Ricker was concerned.
To this day, I don't know if the Ricker really had some issues, or if he was just messing with everyone at the table--but I wouldn't put the latter past him.
It was years ago, probably in the early 1990s. He was driving to work (in his old rust-colored AMC Eagle; I hope someone else remembers this car) when a cement truck stopped on the interstate to back into a construction site. A few cars back, a trucker fell asleep behind the wheel and pushed four cars--one of them the Ricker's--under the cement truck.
He was okay, a few dislocated disks and some bruises. The car was totaled, but amazingly, the Ricker's huge aviator glasses were saved. They were knocked from his face and ended up on the rear package shelf in the car. The insurance company paid for an all-in-one home gym and a few other knick knacks around the house for rehabilitation. Eventually, the Ricker got the body back in shape, but there were definitely some mental side effects.
At Thanksgiving that year, about one month after the accident, the Ricker was weird--weirder than normal, that is. He kept forgetting simple things: people's names at the table, when to take the turkey out, et cetera. Eventually, during the meal, he slipped into a new personality. The Ricker wasn't the Ricker anymore; he was a money-changer in Ancient Syria. Biblical Syria. I'm not really sure what was happening. The Ricker has been known to pull some pranks occasionally, but I think even Mrs. Ricker was concerned.
To this day, I don't know if the Ricker really had some issues, or if he was just messing with everyone at the table--but I wouldn't put the latter past him.
posted at 6:45 PM
1 Comments:
That was quite a very unfortunate incident. Did you take any legal measures against the trucker? Regardless of the reason, it's quite dangerous to be behind the wheel when sleepy. It leads not only to road accidents but also to legal liabilities. I hope your forgetfulness was just short-term.
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