Driving home (from dropping off a friend after we got our groove on at Cafe Iguana) last Saturday, a black sports car driving between 100-120mph blew by me, crossed over and blew a tire. The car propelled off into the exit lane, hit the wall, bounced off and turned around so it was facing oncoming traffic. Part of the front half of the car tore off and the car started smoking. A thin man flew out of the driver’s side and started running away from the car. Lucky for him, there were only two other cars ahead of him and me behind him.
I tried to call 911 but my cell phone’s battery had run out. I drove quickly to the next exit where I found a copper and informed him of what I just saw. However, the copper surely didn’t want to do a single thing! He looked tired and grumpy and asked me multiple times to describe the situation before he finally, reluctantly put his car into gear and drove off.
Dang! What a city!