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December 15, 2002
Scorchmobile
Today, while driving back from New Orleans, I saw an interesting and disturbing car accident. On the first bridge heading out of the city there was a car, the same model and color as mine, that had obviously been a recent victim to a serious fire. The tires were burned away, the hood had a giant hole actually burned through it, and there were carbon marks that looked like flames were coming out of the trunk. There was a police car parked behind it with its lights on and the cop was peering over the edge of the bridge, apparently something was down there too.
Much to the credit of the New Orleanians, there was almost no rubber necking and traffic sped by the scorch never dropping below 65. It made me wonder, though, if this sort of thing is a common occurence there. [Maybe they were worried that the cop did it and didn't want to find out for sure ;) ]
After seeing the autocorpse, I was reminded of my first motorcyle road trip ever, from Colorado Springs to Denver. Not more than a mile out of town an ambulance whizzed past like I was standing still. A couple miles later I saw a flaming motorcycle about 100 feet from the rider, whom the paramedics were attending to.
I never see shit like that when commuting around the city. Only when I'm about to have a nice long trip to contemplate it on do I ever see it.
Posted by james at December 15, 2002 07:04 PM