I realize I'm always griping about the drivers in NY, but it is a phenomenon. This morning I was driving home from work. It was a quiet, sunny Sunday. Then I saw flashing lights ahead. When I got to the lights, I saw a car smashed against a telephone pole. I mean, really smashed, so much that only a foot or two of the front of the car remained. The rest was squashed. I couldn't see the driver, but the airbag was still inflated and sitting in his seat.
Accidents aren't unusual, but it is a quiet village road. With a speed limit of 30 MPH. I bet he was speeding.
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an outstanding guess worthy of an astrophysicist. :o)
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