UPS 2976
WHAS11: LMPD: Crews respond to reported plane crash near Louisville airport
Injuries are reported and a large plume of smoke could be seen south of Louisville SDF.
UPS 2976
Oh, crud. Plane crashed.
WHAS11: LMPD: Crews respond to reported plane crash near Louisville airport
Injuries are reported and a large plume of smoke could be seen south of Louisville SDF.
19-year-old Jorge Ruiz, a Mexican immigrant in Alabama on an H-2B visa, was convicted of murder after a fatal car crash.
He was initially sentenced to the maximum possible punishment, longer than what prosecutors had requested: 99 years.
https://www.propublica.org/article/jorge-ruiz-alabama-murder-sentence-immigration?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=mastodon-post
Joachim
boosted
En France métropolitaine, 3 193 personnes sont décédées sur les routes (2 465 hommes et 728 femmes) soit 26 tués de plus qu’en 2023 (+ 0,8 %). 71 % des décès impliquent une voiture.
Les piétons, les cyclistes et les usagers d’EDPm sont majoritairement victimes en agglomération d’automobilistes « présumés responsables » âgés de 35-64 ans, ou de moins de 35 ans.
[Le risque de tuer] concerne presque exclusivement les conducteurs de véhicules motorisés et principalement les hommes.
https://asso.velobesancon.info/2025/09/13/bilan-onisr-de-la-securiteroutiere-2024/
#2024 #accident #cycliste #décès #edpm #france #onisr #piéton #responsable #routes #sécuritéRoutière #tuer #vélo #voiture
Tableau à double entrée de tués et antagonistes selon mode de déplacement. Les modes actifs représentent 22 % des tués (456 piétons, 224 cyclistes, et 45 EDPm).
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En France métropolitaine, 3 193 personnes sont décédées sur les routes (2 465 hommes et 728 femmes) soit 26 tués de plus qu’en 2023 (+ 0,8 %). 71 % des décès impliquent une voiture.
Les piétons, les cyclistes et les usagers d’EDPm sont majoritairement victimes en agglomération d’automobilistes « présumés responsables » âgés de 35-64 ans, ou de moins de 35 ans.
[Le risque de tuer] concerne presque exclusivement les conducteurs de véhicules motorisés et principalement les hommes.
https://asso.velobesancon.info/2025/09/13/bilan-onisr-de-la-securiteroutiere-2024/
#2024 #accident #cycliste #décès #edpm #france #onisr #piéton #responsable #routes #sécuritéRoutière #tuer #vélo #voiture
Tableau à double entrée de tués et antagonistes selon mode de déplacement. Les modes actifs représentent 22 % des tués (456 piétons, 224 cyclistes, et 45 EDPm).
Sorry, no caption provided by author
Un drame de plus sur nos routes...
Kasserine : 5 personnes perdent la vie dans un accident de la route
https://realites.com.tn/fr/kasserine-5-personnes-perdent-la-vie-dans-un-accident-de-la-route/
Evan Prodromou
boosted
One year after
Last year, on June 28, I was hit by a truck crossing the street in Healdsburg, California. It was a really life-changing experience; with broken ribs, face, and wrist, I spent a lot of time in a haze of pain, trying to minimize the shooting jabs that would happen if I grabbed something the wrong way or turned my body too far. I spent a week in the hospital; another few weeks with my family in California; and then a couple of months healing and getting physical therapy.
I was really lucky to have such a strong and resilient social safety net. Although the accident was in California, Quebec auto insurance covered all my medical expenses, and even helped with incidentals. But even more important, my family and friends came through for me. My three brothers visited me in the hospital, as well as a cousin, and then friends in SF stopped by non-stop while I was healing enough to take a plane home. My wife, Maj, was exceptionally organized, keeping all the papers in place and coordinating all the moves and travel. I really just had to concentrate on getting better.
By fall of last year, I was back to the gym, working out with light weights and doing some cardio. I still have occasional twinges and jabs from my wrist, and my ribs make disconcerting grinding noises when I stretch the wrong way, but for the most part I am as back to normal as I’m ever going to get.
One thing I’m grateful for is just not having excruciating pain catch me and knock me breathless when I’m not expecting it. But I’m also grateful to be active again, and able to work in the garden or ride my bike or do any of a hundred physical activities that were unavailable to me last year.
I have an ongoing lawsuit to clear out the last of the expenses, and there always seem to be new bills from some clinic or institute attached to the hospital I stayed in. I don’t think this accident is going to be gone from my life for a while. But for now, I’m happy that the worst of it is over. Thank you to everyone who wished me well, fed me, clothed me, drove me to appointments, or encouraged me as I strained through the pain of simple, everyday activities. It meant a lot to me.
One year after
Last year, on June 28, I was hit by a truck crossing the street in Healdsburg, California. It was a really life-changing experience; with broken ribs, face, and wrist, I spent a lot of time in a haze of pain, trying to minimize the shooting jabs that would happen if I grabbed something the wrong way or turned my body too far. I spent a week in the hospital; another few weeks with my family in California; and then a couple of months healing and getting physical therapy.
I was really lucky to have such a strong and resilient social safety net. Although the accident was in California, Quebec auto insurance covered all my medical expenses, and even helped with incidentals. But even more important, my family and friends came through for me. My three brothers visited me in the hospital, as well as a cousin, and then friends in SF stopped by non-stop while I was healing enough to take a plane home. My wife, Maj, was exceptionally organized, keeping all the papers in place and coordinating all the moves and travel. I really just had to concentrate on getting better.
By fall of last year, I was back to the gym, working out with light weights and doing some cardio. I still have occasional twinges and jabs from my wrist, and my ribs make disconcerting grinding noises when I stretch the wrong way, but for the most part I am as back to normal as I’m ever going to get.
One thing I’m grateful for is just not having excruciating pain catch me and knock me breathless when I’m not expecting it. But I’m also grateful to be active again, and able to work in the garden or ride my bike or do any of a hundred physical activities that were unavailable to me last year.
I have an ongoing lawsuit to clear out the last of the expenses, and there always seem to be new bills from some clinic or institute attached to the hospital I stayed in. I don’t think this accident is going to be gone from my life for a while. But for now, I’m happy that the worst of it is over. Thank you to everyone who wished me well, fed me, clothed me, drove me to appointments, or encouraged me as I strained through the pain of simple, everyday activities. It meant a lot to me.