Crash 0
On my way to DL tonight, I was caught in a traffic jam. TV news crews were on hand, with cute ladies and trim men talking into microphones in front of disheveled camera men (and they were all men).
It was the backwash of this.
Now I know why those TV news crews were there. It was not your routine “driver runs into crepe myrtle tree in the median strip” accident.
Afterthought:
I am not a fan of crepe myrtle trees.
When I was in college, one of my summer jobs was cutting grass along the highways for the Department of Highways. When you are cutting grass with a sickle bar mounted on a tractor, crepe myrtles, though they may be pretty, can be quite annoying.
