To Converge

There are a few interstates near my home where at times it feels like I'm taking my life in my hands when I drive on them. About a month ago, a young man was speeding down one of these freeways going 20 miles over the speed limit. He lost control of his vehicle and hit a gasoline tanker causing a catastrophic event. Miraculously, not a soul was injured, including the unapologetic driver who started this horrendous accident. The fire did however cause the overpass steel beams to melt and the structure to collapse. Replacing the overpass will cost the state 2 to 3 million dollars--not to mention the cost incurred fighting the inferno and decontaminating the surrounding areas. Several surrounding cities had to respond to this multi-alarm event.

The curve where this happened is tricky, but it does come with plenty of warnings to the drivers including no passing lanes, flashing arrows and a decreased speed limit. Not that anyone pays attention.

Today my husband was driving home from work when the car in front, going too fast, spun out at this curve and caused several cars to pile up.


Let me just say, once I had a look at his vehicle, I'm thankful to have him home with little more than an abrasion from the seat belt and a bruise on his arm from the airbag deploying. I'm grateful that his Chevy took this hit as if it were built like a tank. If the young men who caused this wreck are a little worried about their illegal status in this country, they shouldn't drive so fast and draw attention to themselves--especially when the man who hits them, just may have an interest in the status of their non-existent documentation.


And a message to my honey: there are easier ways to get the new car you want.