It’s safe to say that all those old ads showing smiling, chisel-jawed drivers motoring down spotless, remarkably uncongested freeways in the far off 50’s lived only in an Ad Man’s imagination, with real-world conditions on local roads proving to be far, far different.
This site received word from reader/commuters of a “nasty accident” on Southbound I680 before Crow Canyon around 6:30 a.m. this morning and crossed our fingers as folks were dispatched to ascertain conditions and, Heaven Forbid, injuries. Instead, they found a driver helplessly stalled in the HOV lanes, banging their head against the car seat in frustration and in everyman’s display of frustration when the motorway gods balk and things just don’t go your way.
Car and driver hauled off the freeway. The southbound surge continued, and we’re waiting for word of the next vehicular meltdown – like the one last night in Moraga.
Yes, Moraga. Quiet little Moraga. Well, our Jungle Drums started beating after two cars tangled on Moraga Road near Draeger Drive around 6:10 p.m. Monday. Okay, it happens, right? Even here. And then the neighbors started to report that one driver appeared to be hurt – and didn’t appear interested in exchanging the requisite information needed after a crash.
The police were dialed up and were on scene when the recalcitrant driver – for reasons known only to her – decided to flee, and did so, firing up her battered car and driving off down Moraga Road and onto Corliss Drive where she apparently tried to put some distance between herself and officers before stopping in the middle of Corliss at Crossbrook and surrendering to the Long Arm of the Law.
The Moragan quickly found herself proned out on the asphalt and an ambulance summoned to tend to some injuries officers found after further inspection, but it turned out alcohol may have been involved (go figure). And while the incident may have been relatively brief it got quite a bit of attention in a town unused to seeing its residents fleeing police and taking off into sedate suburban neighborhoods.
People are wound up, cranked up, and just plain cranky out there, as some who have encountered them on the roads will tell you. Here’s hoping you don’t run into any of them on the road – and that they don’t run into you.