Yes, that’s a pickup truck. Yes, the wheels are in the air.
I saw an accident on my way home from work today. And by ‘saw an accident’ I don’t mean that I saw the wreckage along the side of the road as I passed by.
I mean, I saw someone stop and someone behind them not stop. There was a massive explosion of debris flying all around. The second vehicle flew up, executed a half-twist in mid-air, and came to rest on its roof. The first vehicle ended up two lanes over, pointing in the opposite direction of travel.
I’ve never seen anything like it. I mean, maybe on every episode of CHiPs or The Dukes of Hazard. But never with my own eyes. I sat stunned for a moment.
Luckily for the driver of the truck, a handful of commuters slammed their own vehicles into Park and ran to render aid. Just after I snapped this photo, those guys got the door open and, along with a Sheriff’s deputy, they pulled out the driver who walked away from the mangled truck to the sidewalk, looking dazed but not obviously injured.
And yes, I snapped this photo. Is it ghoulish to take a picture of an accident? I wanted to send it to Mr. R., my steely-eyed newsman who works for a local television station. I knew he’d want to get it on the air. And that’s what I did.
I’m impressed by the number of people who stopped to help. It sort of makes me want to step up my game, to be honest. I’m not sure what I could have done, but maybe I should have thought of something more useful than contributing to live, local, latebreaking.