My Son's Last Ride.
By Diana Lane.
Let me tell you about my son's ride, or should I say his last ride. It was in an ambulance from the scene of a horrific accident in Snellville. Lights flashing and sirens wailing were the sounds that I shall remember. He laid motionless in the back of that amubulance, with his mother as a front seat passenger. But his very last ride was in a beautiful silver casket on his way to his own funeral. You see, my son was killed as the result of street racing.
How can the young man in that AJC article condone his behavior. It is just appalling. Street racing kills. Speed kills. I know firsthand. It has forever destroyed my life. How can this young man stand up and say that his speeding ticket was a "weenie". I cannot believe that the AJC would allow such garbage to be printed. It is if no one cares about the number of teens, and adults, killed every day due to speed. How sad. How terribly sad. I have spent the last 20 months grieving daily over the loss of my precious son, who died as the results of two teens street racing at speeds that were out of control. Just ask them about how they feel now that they are serving time. I am sure they would tell you that it is not cool, nor should it be glamourized in any fashion, except on a racetrack under very strict observation.