So, it’s Sunday night & we’re watching 60 Minutes after supper. The doorbell rings. It’s the new next door neighbor lady, asking what’s happening with our cars….to which I responded, “What the fuck?” & walked outside.
There was a very nice Volvo, smashed into the Promaster Van, having moved it over into Marti’s Honda–a distance of nearly six feet! No one was visible in the Volvo’s front seat, but when we walked over & got close up, the driver was clearly slumped over into the passenger seat. Air bag was not deployed. Neighbor guy came over & opened up the passenger door while I called 911. He claimed the guy had no pulse. 911 insisted we drag the driver out of the car & begin CPR. So…that happened. Then the Fire Department showed up, along with four police cars. And of course, neighbors high & low showed up. Driver was a young black guy, seemingly around 30. Police told me the car was stolen.
CFD ran CPR for 45 minutes to no avail.
The accident will require an extensive investigation, according to the police. Eventually, the Volvo will get dragged out of our driveway. The van doors do not. will not, close. It remains to be seen whether things can get sorted out vehicle-wise in time to meet all the upcoming deadlines.
It certainly IS always something, huh?