: Tom Mitchell Jones RIP
Tom is the man who worked hard to get my car in the Art Car Museum. I was supposed to turn Versatile over to him at 11am this morning. It did not go according to plan.

last night I took dancin' sisters and bill shirley with me on the Illuminated cuise. We ditched the cruise early to go to the Continental Club and wish Big E and happy wedding. We headed back to the art car museum to pick up Tricia's car and were greeted by lots of flashing lights, and her car smashed where it was legally parked. A drunk driver hit her car and it slammed into Tom Jones and two others who were closing down the museum. We arrived to see Tom Pinned under Tricia's car. The professionals extracted him and took him to Taub but he died this morning in surgery. I can't believe it. He was at the Texas mile when I did 132mph. He worked to get my car in the museum. He was a GREAT guy, I know you say that about people when they die, but dammmit Tom was really a great guy......
They arrested the kid who hit Tricia's car and killed my friend. When they took Tom away I just assumed they would fix him up....he had a terrible accident like this a couple years ago and was just getting back on his feet. If I had known that this drunk kid had killed my friend I think I would be in jail right now for assalt.......hopefully he will soon be residing next to me in the nearby Prison Units.
Under a stream of tears I turned Versatile over to Noah instead of Tom. What a surreal way to end my term with the great car, but I suppose it was Tom's last great accomplishment....getting her in their collection.
I have had WAY too many deaths this year.....
http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/fron t/5770875.html
ALSO, they have removed the comment, but in the Cronicle Online some jack-ass commented as if it was Tom/the museum's fault for distracting the driver of the car and even went so far as to suggest that the drunk driver should sue the museum for distracting him. Anon on the internet brings out the worst in people. Mr asshole commenter, I hope to meet you some day and stick my shit covered boot down your throat.
Tom is the man who worked hard to get my car in the Art Car Museum. I was supposed to turn Versatile over to him at 11am this morning. It did not go according to plan.

last night I took dancin' sisters and bill shirley with me on the Illuminated cuise. We ditched the cruise early to go to the Continental Club and wish Big E and happy wedding. We headed back to the art car museum to pick up Tricia's car and were greeted by lots of flashing lights, and her car smashed where it was legally parked. A drunk driver hit her car and it slammed into Tom Jones and two others who were closing down the museum. We arrived to see Tom Pinned under Tricia's car. The professionals extracted him and took him to Taub but he died this morning in surgery. I can't believe it. He was at the Texas mile when I did 132mph. He worked to get my car in the museum. He was a GREAT guy, I know you say that about people when they die, but dammmit Tom was really a great guy......
They arrested the kid who hit Tricia's car and killed my friend. When they took Tom away I just assumed they would fix him up....he had a terrible accident like this a couple years ago and was just getting back on his feet. If I had known that this drunk kid had killed my friend I think I would be in jail right now for assalt.......hopefully he will soon be residing next to me in the nearby Prison Units.
Under a stream of tears I turned Versatile over to Noah instead of Tom. What a surreal way to end my term with the great car, but I suppose it was Tom's last great accomplishment....getting her in their collection.
I have had WAY too many deaths this year.....
http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/fron
ALSO, they have removed the comment, but in the Cronicle Online some jack-ass commented as if it was Tom/the museum's fault for distracting the driver of the car and even went so far as to suggest that the drunk driver should sue the museum for distracting him. Anon on the internet brings out the worst in people. Mr asshole commenter, I hope to meet you some day and stick my shit covered boot down your throat.
