Posted on 07/24/2013 6:20:07 PM PDT by redreno
Still in VA.
Any update on the Sheriff and the tea and skittles story?
Even taking all of that into account, the distance and depth seem a bit extreme to me. Unless the driver was totally inattentive, she should have realized that she had hit water and been able to stop on the ramp before she got too far into the water to escape. Definitely a strange set of circumstances.
Well, death isn’t funny. However, how people die can be funny.
A rich and mighty Persian once walked in his garden with one of his servants. The servant cried that he had just encountered Death, who had threatened him. He begged his master to give him his fastest horse so that he could make haste and flee to Teheran, which he could reach that same evening. The master consented and the servant galloped off on the horse. On returning to his house the master himself met Death, and questioned him, “Why did you terrify and threaten my servant?” “I did not threaten him; I only showed surprise in still finding him here when I planned to meet him tonight in Teheran,” said Death.
From Frankel’ s Man’s Search for Meaning
I live in Fate, Texas but somehow I don’t think that figured in. Kinda of a nice name for a town though....Fate.
That happened to an elederly couple in Seattle awhile ago. Luckily their son was waiting for them at the marina’s resteraunt and was able to rescue them after he watched them drive in!
I still say something stinks in Denmark (and it’s not the fish) and I am a woman driver, or course, and not that great but even I’d know if I was driving into a lake....c’mon!
I haven’t heard anything but I don’t get much local news. Nothing on the incident on the local rag’s website.
What a strange story. Does make you wonder about life and death and good and evil.
Driving fast, at night, in the fog, on a strange local road is a recipe for disaster. They courted disaster, and disaster swept them into his icy cold arms.
On the evening of November 7, 2005, Dr. Zehra Attari became disoriented on her way to a conference in Alameda and drove her car into the estuary. It took authorities nearly seven weeks to find her body. Her family was horrified to learn that the street she was driving on that dark and rainy night went straight into the water, with almost no warning. ... Attari was driving on Grand Street when she died, and at the time, it clearly was a dangerous road. In fact, almost exactly three years before Attari died, two men drowned after their car plunged into the estuary in the very same spot. But city officials ignored the obvious safety hazard at the time because police had blamed the earlier accident on drunken driving after they found alcohol bottles in the backseat of the two men's car. There was never any such evidence found in Attari's car. She was a respected doctor who lived in San Jose and ran a practice that treated low-income children in Oakland's Fruitvale District. The night she died, she left her International Boulevard office on her way to a conference on Alameda's Bay Farm Island. Her family later said she had a poor sense of direction and an Alameda resident subsequently told police that she thought she saw Attari just before her death in a Trader Joe's parking lot in the western end of the city. The resident reportedly said that Attari looked lost and distraught.Attari likely made several wrong turns and ended up on Grand Street heading back toward Oakland. In the rain and darkness, she likely didn't see the lone yellow sign on her left that read "End," or the single flashing red overhead light a few dozen yards before the water. At the time, those were the only warnings that the road was about to turn seamlessly into a boat ramp that plunges straight into the murky water.
After Attari's death, city officials repeatedly denied anything was wrong with Grand Street. But then a short time later, city officials made a telling admission of guilt. They installed temporary barricades to stop motorists from meeting the same fate as Attari. Grand Street suddenly started to resemble other boat ramps in the city and elsewhere in which motorists have to make a sharp turn off a regular street or go through a gate before they arrive at the water's edge. The barricades remain to this day.
i dunno but boy scout training gave me a respect for nature and natures God. girls scouts does the same thing i hope. College degree might not.
Darwin Award nominees?
OUCH, burrrrrrn!! :D
OUCH, burrrrrrn!! :D
If it’s where I think it is, I took a nice pic of my dog about halfway out on that ramp twenty-five years ago.
I had to look that up on Google Maps.
Grand Street is on the eastern side of Alameda (the City of Alameda is an island city on the east side of San Francisco Bay, adjacent to Oakland). Grand Street cuts across the island west to east, from bayside at Shoreline Drive to the estuary side at Clement Avenue.
The boat ramp is still as described in the story, according to the map. There are no gates or barriers to the ramp.
“A pregnant woman hiking in the mountains? GIRL POWER! Whoops”
There are no mountains at Roques Bluffs. The trails are along the shore area.
“How is it even possible to drive any vehicle 175 feet off a boat ramp and into 20 feet of water? Makes no sense”
The vehicle floats for a bit, and the momentum carries it out a ways.
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