Usually when I report a traffic accident, it's because I've been involved in it but this time it was a spectator sport.
Here at the Rockhouse, we do not see motor vehicle crashes as accidents since all are the consequence of either being a dumb ass or because of equipment failure and which failure usually occurs because the owner of the vehicle is a dumb ass who did not take proper care of the vehicle.
So we have Vehicle A, the victim's vehicle, progressing in a westerly direction (or southerly, I'm not a Boy Scout). There are no other vehicles anywhere near Vehicle A nor many going the opposite direction either. Victim A (i.e. the driver) is behaving like a good doobie and is not doing anything unusual such as waving a weapon out of his window while he screams, "The South will rise again!"
Victim A did not do that but may have felt like it moments later when Big Black Car, the perpetrator, pulls out of a driveway in front of him. Visibility is perfect, weather is sunny and clear, there are no obstructions preventing view of Vehicle A, but the Law of Determined Dumb Asses takes over so the BBC pulls out of the driveway directly into the path of Vehicle A.
Smacko!
Whacko!
The BBC spins forty-five degrees but nothing much happens with Victim A and the vehicle, other than being smacked all to hell in the front. For the BBC, there's going to be a hefty premium from the body shop as two of the doors did not crush into the vehicle injuring anyone but that side of the BBC will be hell for future prom dates.
Your roaming reporter was looking straight at them when it happened but we do not possess mind reading skills and can't imagine why the driver of the BBC did that.
Just as I paused to discover whether I could offer anything, maybe relay a message or something, three people jumped out of the BBC and one of them was carrying a baby in a safety seat or something of that nature.
Holy shit! You drive so irresponsibly with a baby in the car? BBC gets a special prize for that piece of nonsense.
Note: they scooted to a companion car which was nearby and handed-off the carrier for the baby. They did not seem to be panicking due to any injury but rather wanted to get it into the other vehicle for safety perhaps.
That was the cue for the Rockhouse Roaming Reporter to return to base and to the Lord of the Rings marathon which has been progressing for about nine hours and has an hour yet to go. We're reveling in a situation in which the battle between Good and Evil is clear and we know who the good guys are. Would that they were so easy to spot at any other time.
Here at the Rockhouse, we do not see motor vehicle crashes as accidents since all are the consequence of either being a dumb ass or because of equipment failure and which failure usually occurs because the owner of the vehicle is a dumb ass who did not take proper care of the vehicle.
So we have Vehicle A, the victim's vehicle, progressing in a westerly direction (or southerly, I'm not a Boy Scout). There are no other vehicles anywhere near Vehicle A nor many going the opposite direction either. Victim A (i.e. the driver) is behaving like a good doobie and is not doing anything unusual such as waving a weapon out of his window while he screams, "The South will rise again!"
Victim A did not do that but may have felt like it moments later when Big Black Car, the perpetrator, pulls out of a driveway in front of him. Visibility is perfect, weather is sunny and clear, there are no obstructions preventing view of Vehicle A, but the Law of Determined Dumb Asses takes over so the BBC pulls out of the driveway directly into the path of Vehicle A.
Smacko!
Whacko!
The BBC spins forty-five degrees but nothing much happens with Victim A and the vehicle, other than being smacked all to hell in the front. For the BBC, there's going to be a hefty premium from the body shop as two of the doors did not crush into the vehicle injuring anyone but that side of the BBC will be hell for future prom dates.
Your roaming reporter was looking straight at them when it happened but we do not possess mind reading skills and can't imagine why the driver of the BBC did that.
Just as I paused to discover whether I could offer anything, maybe relay a message or something, three people jumped out of the BBC and one of them was carrying a baby in a safety seat or something of that nature.
Holy shit! You drive so irresponsibly with a baby in the car? BBC gets a special prize for that piece of nonsense.
Note: they scooted to a companion car which was nearby and handed-off the carrier for the baby. They did not seem to be panicking due to any injury but rather wanted to get it into the other vehicle for safety perhaps.
That was the cue for the Rockhouse Roaming Reporter to return to base and to the Lord of the Rings marathon which has been progressing for about nine hours and has an hour yet to go. We're reveling in a situation in which the battle between Good and Evil is clear and we know who the good guys are. Would that they were so easy to spot at any other time.
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