When you come upon a scene like this, you know someone’s having a Bad Day:
I rode slowly past a line of stopped cars, became a pedestrian, walked through the lawns on the left, then turned back into a bicyclist.
It appeared to be a three-car collision, with two vehicles aligned almost perfectly nose-to-nose in the northbound lane:
The red 2015-ish Forester apparently snagged a rear wheel on the far side of another contestant:
Talk about heart-stopping: Mary had driven off to a meeting some hours before. Even though the wrecked Forester differed in enough details to make me absolutely certain it wasn’t ours , Mary got a firmer-than-usual hug when she got home.
A picture not shown: two expressionless officers supervising a guy having great difficulty walking the fog line.
I’ll never know the rest of the story, but the overall outline seems clear.
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 