A Moment Of Reflection
Two weeks ago we had a horrific accident here in Buffalo. It was the end result of a street race that saw a 47 year old man trapped in the wreckage of his car and burned alive.
By all accounts both cars involved in the race were out of control, careening around the city at high speed and driving the wrong way up one way streets. Police began and then discontinued their pursuit when they determined the danger was just too great but the racers continued on. Eventually, one of the cars smashed through a guardrail and fell onto a local limited access highway where it landed in astride a concrete jersey barrier and burst into flames.
Although I never met the driver involved, I think about him and the events of that night every day on my way to work when I drive over the piece of melted pavement that remains. It is, I think, a waste. A life cut short in a moment of madness, but rather than pontificate on the dangers of street racing, I thought I would offer up the event for discussion. I am left speechless when I think about how I drive that route multiple times a day. Maybe you can help me find the words…