The cart began climbing the tunnel wall, at which point she had one of those golf cart moments when you realize something really bad is about to happen.
"A crazy feeling," she says, maybe even an Evel Knievel thing, the cart running toward the tunnel roof before gravity took over. "I must've come down from eight feet up."
Trapped under the cart and losing consciousness, Fryer says, "I looked up at my husband and said, 'Goodbye.' I thought I was going to die."
Two young men in a pickup truck who heard Jack Fryer's shouts lifted the cart off Mrs. Fryer and made a 911 call.
"EMTs did mouth-to-mouth," she says, "until, finally, they heard a gurgle." She had three broken ribs and a punctured lung.
"They thought I was unconscious, but I heard them talking," she says, now laughing. "And one said, 'What's an 87-year-old woman doing playing golf, anyway?' If I could've said anything, I'd have told him, 'Because I love it.' "
She plans to be back playing golf soon. And when she returns, she certainly intends to drive a cart again.
"Only," she says, The Old Lady laughing again, "very carefully."
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