Kwanzaa Crash

The relative quiet of the night was shattered somewhat late in the evening by the loud crash of metal just outside.  A quick peek out the window confirmed that a very old Toyota sedan had nearly destroyed itself by crashing into a parked Ford supercab truck.  According to human nature, we and our neighbors all charged outside to see if people were okay.  The two occupants of the Toyota were not critically injured, although the right half of the car was crunched; the Ford truck was unoccupied, and the owner was not yet on the scene.  The Ford truck was crunched on its left side pretty well, and had a flat tire along with likely axle damage.  Oh, and it had knocked over a fire hydrant because it was hit so hard that it was thrust about 30 feet, OVER the curb, and into said hydrant.  Alarmingly, no water came out of the hydrant.  Lee Brown's America is not the safest place to be when there are fires, it would seem.  But I digress.

So that's the scene when we get out there.  I noticed the stench of beer.  Never a good thing after a crash.  And we notice the occupants of the car, who get out, hobbling as well as staggering, and begin to shuffle away as quickly as possible.  They're long gone after the fire truck arrives (no need for it), and then the police.  Apparently, the people who ran off dropped their checkbook at the hit-and-run scene, although who knows if the car and checkbook weren't both stolen.

It was truly a bizarre thing.  And the two people who fled the crime were drunk off their ASSES, apparently indulging in WAY too much Kwanzaa cheer to be driving.  This would be confirmed by the fact that this car is completely destroyed, and before taking off on foot, the driver was attempting to start the car, which caused it to emit a dreadful clacking noise.  

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I am a little surprised to report that I have received ZERO Xmas cards this year, and ONE Kwanzaa card (from my friend John).  Since I keep up with everyone I care to, sans John, via email/journal/blog/etc. and didn't actually bother SENDING cards myself this year (it's Y2K after all, the age of the internet), I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.

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