Woosh. There it goes.
I watched an accident happen on my commute home today. Nobody was seriously hurt, but it was harrowing.
It was the last intersection on North 301 before taking the exit for US 50. If you hang a right, you go to Carrabba's. Left goes to the Target shopping center. I was in the rightmost lane that doesn't turn, in anticipation of taking the exit for US 50. I was the first person stopped at the light. The guy blasted into the intersection well after it turned red.
He passed by and I watched him. I had enough time to think "Should I be stopped? Is the light actually red?" I looked up to see that it was, and looked down to see the truck plow into two other pickup trucks coming from the side road in a primal display of pure physics.
Now, what bothers me is twofold:
1) If I was in the next lane over, which was a distinct possibility if I chose to go through Crofton instead of up I97, the guy would have hit me at forty miles per hour and pushed me into the oncoming traffic.
2) When it counted, I fumbled with the phone and took a good while to get out of the car and get over to the trucks to make sure that everyone was okay. I was the first person there and could have gotten off the snide faster.
Also, I didn't do much at work today. It would have been a shitty day to perish.
It was the last intersection on North 301 before taking the exit for US 50. If you hang a right, you go to Carrabba's. Left goes to the Target shopping center. I was in the rightmost lane that doesn't turn, in anticipation of taking the exit for US 50. I was the first person stopped at the light. The guy blasted into the intersection well after it turned red.
He passed by and I watched him. I had enough time to think "Should I be stopped? Is the light actually red?" I looked up to see that it was, and looked down to see the truck plow into two other pickup trucks coming from the side road in a primal display of pure physics.
Now, what bothers me is twofold:
1) If I was in the next lane over, which was a distinct possibility if I chose to go through Crofton instead of up I97, the guy would have hit me at forty miles per hour and pushed me into the oncoming traffic.
2) When it counted, I fumbled with the phone and took a good while to get out of the car and get over to the trucks to make sure that everyone was okay. I was the first person there and could have gotten off the snide faster.
Also, I didn't do much at work today. It would have been a shitty day to perish.