Last night I left the art studio in Danville a bit earlier than usual. Around dusk. As I was zipping along on the city bypass, I suddenly thought there was something in the road ahead. So I braked. Good thing, because a black car had crashed into the cement road divider. No visible lights or reflectors on the side of the car facing traffic! Glad I didn't run into that!
Anyway, I stopped in the passing lane, where the car was stopped. Put on my flashers. The guy seemed confused, or possibly drunk or in shock. He said he had not called 911. So I did, twice! They never answered the phone, nor called me back! Some people stopped to ask if everyone was ok, so I asked them to call 911.
The crash site looked like the car blew up! One of the big headlight units was on the ground behind the car!!! There were pieces in both lanes, all over the place! And passing cars were running over it. I picked up the biggest pieces. The car looked totalled to me.
Eventually the cops arrived and I asked whether an ambulance was coming, told them the guy needed one. Blood all over the left side of his face, and his left hand. But I didn't bandage it because it didn't seem to be actively bleeding. Thought it might be leaking out of his ear. At that point, I headed home.