4:30 am. Once I made the turn, and saw the car in the middle of the road I knew exactly what happened. Poor guy flipped a cow with his dd and totaled both. I spent about a 1/2 hour talking with him to make sure he was ok (god he was rattled, go figure). Looked like nothing more than some fractures in his right hand when it was crushed between the steering wheel and the windshield.
It's always the black ones, someone needs to stitch some of that DOT reflective tape on their sides, they look like a shadow on the asphalt in the dark.
On my way home:
It's always the black ones, someone needs to stitch some of that DOT reflective tape on their sides, they look like a shadow on the asphalt in the dark.
On my way home:
