Thirty Four Years Of Designing Things To Survive Impact, And One Woman Who Had Never Once Been Told No

The accelerometer logged nineteen miles per hour in a reverse manoeuvre across a residential curb. That number was the whole case. Nineteen miles per hour is not a misjudgement. It is a person who has never once looked behind her because she has never expected anything to be in her way.

 

Her insurer read the data, the trail footage, and the eleven violation notices she filed against me on the same mornings, and they declined the claim outright and reported the pattern.

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