Posted 12-29-2004 at 12:13:54
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You may want to calm down a tad...
I had no clue what you were on about till I just went back down through the posts and found your story about picking up a hitchhiker... don't know who you are, and I had not read that thread till I (just now) saw your name there...
I have no clue who the tard is that used my name, but their numbers are:
Sprint SPRINTLINK-2-BLKS (NET-65-160-0-0-1)
126.96.36.199 - 188.8.131.52
ISC Group SPRINTLINK (NET-65-160-0-0-2)
184.108.40.206 - 220.127.116.11
BrandX DSL BXDSLSWAN1 (NET-65-160-0-0-3)
18.104.22.168 - 22.214.171.124
My real IP numbers are:
Waitsfield Telecom WAITSFIELD-GMA (NET-65-19-64-0-1)
126.96.36.199 - 188.8.131.52
Green Mountain Access GMA-RICHPPPOE-72 (NET-65-19-72-0-1)
184.108.40.206 - 220.127.116.11
I have used this IP for more than 5 years...
I don't know who insulted you, but it was not me...Just some tard getting their jollies at my expense it seems...
If you care to look up all my old posts on the Ford 8N Board, please feel free...They will bear out that since 99 I have posted exclusively from Waitsfield, Champlain Valley Telecom...
PS.....I would have given the guy a coat too...
Posted 12-29-2004 at 14:53:38
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WOW that is really rude! I can't believe people falsify other people's names.
When I was about 9 years old (1972), I took our two dogs for a long walk and ended up on a somewhat remote road. Several cars passing by, but the nearest building or residence was at least a mile away (if anyone knows the Bay Area, this was Grizzly Peak Blvd., up in the hills, the closest building at that time would have been Grizzly Peak Stables, or the Little Train if it existed yet). In the turn-out of the road there was a car, fully covered, but with the motor running. I was only 9, but not too long before then our next door neighbor had commited suicide in his garage with his car fumes. His wife was too scared to enter the garage, so my mother went in and found him. So, I had an inkling that there was someone in the car, but I did not know and thought maybe it was a pair of lovers.
I tried to flag down cars, and several passed without stopping. Finally, a guy on a motor cycle pulled up. I told him I thought someone was inside the car. He told me to look, and I did - I lifted the cover, and could see a blue sweater and that a man inside had his head tilted back on the seat. I did not see his face. The guy on the motorcycle asked if he was sleeping. I said yes, but I knew he was not and I was absolutely terrified. The guy on the motorcycle took off.
By then I was really, really scared, in tears and wandering back down the road heading home. A nice man in a station wagon picked me up, and I told him I thought there was a dead man in the car. He stopped, tried the doors, but they were locked. He took me & the dogs to a ranger station in Tilden Park. They called my mother, and she came to get me. I saw the burnt-out looking inside of the car and fire engines on the way home. Later, my mother said the police believed the man died about 30 minutes before they got there, which means that he was alive when I first found him, and probably alive when the guy on the motorcycle stopped. To this day, I think that man may have held some hope of living, or he would have parked out of sight, not on a road with cars passing by.
I know this is a bizarre story, but it is true. As a child and now as an adult, I cannot explain the behavior of the guy on the motorcycle. Even the guy who gave me a ride - why did he just check the doors, not break open a window? And how could drivers not stop for a 9 year old girl wandering a remote road? I'll never know.