|Foreground: Grant and the fateful SUV.|
Background: Montgomery County EMS and what's left of the sedan.
The three of us dropped our bikes and rushed to the cars to see if we could assist the passengers. I admit that I approached the sedan with some trepidation, hoping that the circumstances within would not be one the sort I would regret observing. Fortunately, no one in any of the cars appeared seriously injured, although EMS ultimately took the driver of the sedan away on a stretcher after he complained of chest pains, seemingly from impact with his airbag. (As an aside, I'll add that the passengers of that vehicle were very fortunate to be driving a car made close in time to the year 2011, as when I reached them they were ensconced at all angles in airbags, driver's and passenger's, front and side. Given the considerable amount of abuse that car took, it was rather amazing that the soft fleshy bags of pressurized meat and bone that were the human occupants could leave the scene of the accident nearly unscathed.) Perhaps the most chilling thing about the accident I heard after the fact, however, when we were talking with the driver of the SUV. He mentioned that he was going to turn right during the crash to avoid the next collision, but he saw us at the crosswalk and went up the curb instead. I do not know how much control he actually had at that point, but Grant and I assured him that we really appreciated his decision not to turn right. If it had gone even slightly differently, one or all three of us would assuredly have been toast.
The piece of bumper that reached us, with the SUV on the sidewalk behind it.
Stay safe, and Happy Mother's Day.