I heard the crash and ran out to help.
Car crashes make a distinct sound, don't they? You immediately know what it was.
Also, go grab some coffee. You've earned it today.
Also, go grab some coffee
Am at the end of the 2nd cup, and going back for more!
Yes, that sound brings a sick feeling ... of what will be seen when you get to the source. Fortunately they were only doing 35-40MPH when it happened. It was a Ford and a Dodge, perfect head on nose to nose. Pro-Tip - the Ford truck and driver came out of it in slightly better shape than the Dodge and driver. Shit in the back of the Ford went through his rear window, caved the back of the cab. The guy was a mason, had bags of cement, a generator and tools in the bed of his truck. Lucky it was a crew cab so they didn't hit him in the back of the head.
I've been in and witnessed too many crashes to not flinch when I hear that sound.
My first emotion upon hearing it this morning was WTF was THAT!?, then the dread of what I might find. I was in one major car accident in my life long, long ago, so it's still a relatively unfamiliar sound to me. This accident had no squeal of brakes, just the crash ... and silence. Surreal.
Not only that, but even from a distance, you can tell how bad it was.
"scre-bumk" is a fender bender. "Screeeeeeeeeech-BaBOOM!!!" is a bad one.
"scre-bumk" is a fender bender. "Screeeeeeeeeech-BaBOOM!!!" is a bad one.
I heard those two 'sounds' in my head. Very well described. ;-)
If my computer keeps running after 2 years, I start calling it Mike.
I just sat down on the sofa with my first cup of coffee, heard a truck go by here and a couple seconds later "CRASH!!!" No squealing tires, nothing, and silence. Like he plowed straight into into a pole or something. Then I heard moaning as I left the house to investigate. The trees obscured the view of the road so I couldn't see exactly what happened until I got there. The young guy was laying on the ground bleeding, groaning and moaning. The older guy was clutching his chest. Gasoline, diesel and antifreeze permeated the air and puddled under the trucks. A neighbor across the street brought out a folding chair for the older guy to sit down, his chest hurting and hands shaking. He thought he might have broken ribs.
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