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Saturday, November 05, 2011

Oh Erika: we're so glad you are OK!

Multiple rescue units were deployed Wednesday afternoon to rescue the passenger of a car that partially submerged in Lake Washington.

"I was coming down the street and I just lost control of the car," said Erika Goldstein. "And I kept going right into the water. And it was just like that."

And just like that, Goldstein, found herself in her VW Bug in Lake Washington.

Goldstein climbed out of the moon roof. You can see the doors wouldn't open and the windows wouldn't roll down, but luckily the sunroof was still working.

"I had to step on the steering wheel and you know, push myself out," said Goldstein.



Posted by Peter at 8:30 AM
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