I’ve mentioned before that we live on the inside curve of a not-very-difficult-to-navigate turn in the road. Not difficult if you’re sober and driving at a reasonable speed. These two factors have eluded drivers before (see here and here).
Last night at 2:30 a.m., I woke up to the sound of someone desperately revving an engine. Thomas and I looked out our window and saw a car, backed into the cedar hedges belonging to our neighbour across the street. It was clear that he had missed the turn, though it took us awhile to piece together his route. He missed the house on the corner (the usual crash site), threaded between their garbage on the curb, a hydro pole and the cedar bushes of the house next door and hit a tree, leaving a perfect tree-shaped dent deep into his car. He chose to reverse into the hedges where he got stuck.
We called 911 and watched him get out of the car, get on his cellphone, stalk around angrily and kick his car (stupid car). He went to the house on the corner and we couldn’t tell if he went inside or just stood on the porch. When the police arrived, he started WALKING AWAY and the cop pulled up beside him and immediately put him in the car.
The car was towed away, an officer took a statement from Thomas and as he was leaving our house, the driver’s friends (obviously whoever he was trying to call) pulled up looking for him and the officer spoke to them, too. We were back in bed at 3:30.
I’m grateful for his family that the driver wasn’t hurt. But DUDE, maybe you can find a better way to spend a Tuesday night then terrorizing the roads with your jack-assery.