At 130 pm today I called the Philadelphia police and asked to make a statement about the accident on the phone. They said they would send an officer to take the statement in person because the driver left the scene. I gave them the address of the 7-story half-block long building where I work. I waited until 430 pm. No one came to the door. There is a receptionist in the lobby till 415 pm.
Yesterday, I called 911 at the scene. They said three different times they were sending someone. On the third call, the operator said I was not there. I did not move from the front of Sovereign Bank at 11th and Market from the time I made the call until 40 minutes later when I left. I am six feet tall. I had a bike. The officer who responded said no one was their.
There is only one bank on that corner.
Tomorrow I am going to call at 845 am when I arrive at my office. That way there will be eight hours for the police to show up. I will let you know if thy could not find the building.
Veteran of four wars, four enlistments, four branches: Air Force, Army, Army Reserve, Army National Guard. I am both an AF (Air Force) veteran and as Veteran AF (As Fuck)
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Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Reporting the Bike Accident
After waiting 40 minutes for the Philadelphia Police NOT to show up, I had given up on the reporting the accident. But my wife said as a matter of justice I should report it. So I am going to try today. I am already leaving on the late train for work, so it will be difficult, but she's right. The guy in the Lincoln SUV ran a red light then ran over the bike. He would leave the scene with a dead kid in the road.
Now some of you may wonder if I think riding in Philly more dangerous than riding with the rednecks in Southern Lancaster County.
No.
I still prefer Philly to Solanco. The fat guys in pickup trucks with faded McCain-Palin stickers on their F-150s actually hate people who use two feet of road.
Now some of you may wonder if I think riding in Philly more dangerous than riding with the rednecks in Southern Lancaster County.
No.
I still prefer Philly to Solanco. The fat guys in pickup trucks with faded McCain-Palin stickers on their F-150s actually hate people who use two feet of road.