Good
sushi in Wilmington, followed by a good car crash in Wilmington. By good I mean: noone was hurt and I didn't have to perform
medic-fu on anyone. It was cold, there was ice; I stopped in time and with space, the
SUV did, then someone clobbered him for a little physics demonstration. In short order, someone hit that car as well, so there was some
havoc factor.
It brought home some issues while I was sitting waiting for the nice policeman:
- The cheesy-ass flashlight that I carry is fine for finding stuff in the glovebox, but in no way would alert an oncoming car of peril. Flares never have dead batteries. Some of those really high intensity (15 minute) glow sticks are probably good to have, too.
- Cell phones are not the great Satan
- Some states ask for more than license and proof of insurance, the Texas norm.
- If you can, get the fuck out of the roadway.
- Call your parents more often, carpe diem, wear clean underwear and all that.
...It's Ibuprofen time.