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200 METRI CONTROMANO E POI SI SCHIANTA CONTRO UNA BETONIERA
CORRIDONIA - Duecento metri contro mano e poi finisce contro una betoniera, fortunantamente, sembra, senza gravi conseguenze per l'autista dell'auto, è successo questa sera alle ore 17.30 nella zona industriale di Corridonia, lungo la strada provinciale (via Pausola) a pochi metri della stazione di servizio dell'Agip. Un 60 enne residente a Corridonia, che probabilmente stava ritornando a casa, colto da improvviso malore perde il controllo dell'auto e per oltre 200 metri ( all'altezza del Forno dei Fratelli Marinozzi fino, quasi, all'ingresso per la stazione di servizio dell'Agip) va contromano per poi schiantarsi contro una betoniera e poi viene rimbalzato indietro per ben 10 metri. A nulla sono valsi beeps and the indicator lights of the truck driver, who had now stopped.
The man is helped to get out of the half-destroyed by the people of the service station. Meanwhile the police were alerted. Here come the firemen, police and ambulance Municipal Corridonia that loads the man and transferred him to the hospital in Macerata. The already difficult traffic of the industrial zone has been paralyzed for nearly an hour. And it took a long time 'before he came back normal
The man is helped to get out of the half-destroyed by the people of the service station. Meanwhile the police were alerted. Here come the firemen, police and ambulance Municipal Corridonia that loads the man and transferred him to the hospital in Macerata. The already difficult traffic of the industrial zone has been paralyzed for nearly an hour. And it took a long time 'before he came back normal
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Aerobics Instructor 80's
account and also an uncivilized ignorant e. ..
Non so se si sia capito, probabilmente no, ma non riuscivo più ad accedere al mio account, ogni volta che tentavo di entrare mi voleva far aprire un altro blog (no, grazie), e niente accesso alla casella di posta.
Non so se si sia capito, probabilmente no, ma non riuscivo più ad accedere al mio account, ogni volta che tentavo di entrare mi voleva far aprire un altro blog (no, grazie), e niente accesso alla casella di posta.
Però today, and voila, here I am. In the box I found some comments in a blog-like Romanian, as well as a peak for a non-response email. But as I know. What the hell happened to me is unknown.
Morning, 10.30. They are in front of the disabled parking where we parked. Behind there is another. We parked a no pass. Step into a place where I will come too soon. While smoking a cigarette, I follow his eyes, he'd be nothing, but I see nothing. Then go back and take things in the car, ask him if he pass, I say no. I tell him he is a disabled parking, ask him (yelling, because he was moving away, and because I was black) because they have parked there. He turns the second half and was like "For your convenience".
Here. Here I am ashamed, ashamed of people really so ignorant, Italian like me.
is not the usual tirade of that before, but ... No. Never in my life parked in a place for people with disabilities. Rather than half an hour to spin like a top.
The idiot if you go back to the local level, must attend to a case.
must have been happy to see me go. When it aloud as she spoke with the clerk, I told him in front of other clients: "For your convenience?! You park in a disabled parking convenience?". Below which no quarrel with anyone tedierò, but I would gladly put my head in a toilet overflowing with excrement (I get the idea?).
However the room was called "Driving School" and to make the first driving lesson, ladies and gentlemen, there was myself. Giust'appunto that the night before it was late, unintentionally, with a friend, and that occurred in a state of drowsiness. No, well, the cold air made me gain a degree of lucidity.
What a beautiful ride. What a nice turn. See places, people and things.
down I do not care, the important thing is to get up and go.
I was not a sewer, I was not excellent, some shit I did, in fact I've gotten. The instructor is very nice and told me about many different things. I think he never used his pedals.
get in the car is the thing that takes more time, I have legs stiff like wood, but once inside, I went, godendomela own. I came across a lot more drivers drains me, and without the term "Driving School" behind.
now looking for money for the machine. And the machine. It aids. The road is still long.
PS Tonight I do not respond to the comments of the previous post, because my time has run out of tolerance writing and the PC screen, I promise that I will soon.
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