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back at the scene, a newly arrived pickup with
flatbed trailer was parked in the turnout, a
sturdy man
taking pictures and i figured he was here to tow
it away
and was assessing how to get it out. he was clean
cut
and well groomed, not a hair out of place, with
bomber
jacket and assertive manner that got me thinking
he
might be a crash investigator, possibly a cop,
impression
reinforced when he skipped the preliminaries and
asked
what we'd seen. i told him i'd noticed them
passing our
house earlier. "were they speeding?" "oh yeah,
easily
double the limit." i immediately regretted it and
said, "i
feel like a snitch. why do you ask?" he said not
to worry,
he needed to know the truth. he was the driver's
father
and the kid, 19, had told him he hadn't been
speeding,
but he suspected different because he'd seen
pictures on
instagram of him drifting through curves here a
few weeks prior. he'd been working on the car
three years and had just put in a new motor. why
didn't he just take it to a track?
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"how is he?"
"he's ok but his passenger took a life flight to
harbor view. unresponsive." he reflected, then
added, "i wrapped my car around a tree when i was
his age and told him not to do the same." as if on
cue, an old codger sidled up and wisecracked,
"well, he didn't--not exactly." we all sort of
nodded, thinking the same thing. turns out he was
the property owner, concerned about what dragging
the car out might do to the hillside vegetation
whose roots help hold the slope together.
all in all, the dad took it ok. his son lives with
the boy's mother and step-father and he didn't
even know who these new friends of his were. we
all agreed it was a shame. he thanked us and we
went our separate ways.
in terms of karmic justice, this
seemed more than was called for.
i hope the other kid is ok.
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