On May 6, I heard another crash. I went down to our other driveway, and observed a wrecked Prius. The driver was out of the car and thankfully wasn't injured. It had been slightly raining, and an oncoming car had swerved over into his lane, and caused the Prius to wreck. Later, after the tow truck had taken the Prius away, I walked down and picked up pieces of debris left behind.
About two weeks after that, as I was pulling out of the driveway for an appointment, I noticed a vehicle across the street that appeared to be parked in a strange way up against a tree. As I passed it, I saw skid marks in the dirt. The airbags were deployed and I realized it had been wrecked. I called Melania and asked her to go check on it. She went down and saw that no one was in the car, and then called the Sheriff's office to advise them. (She confided she had approached the vehicle with trepidation, fearing the worst...I knew that feeling, and it's not pleasant)
The large oak tree across the road from us bears the scar of a wreck that took the life of a young man before we moved in. One time a guy crashed through the fence/gate of a field where a large bull and some livestock graze. The driver was okay; I alerted authorities about the need to fix the fence/gate ASAP to keep the animals from getting out on Bennett Valley Rd. In the five years we've lived here, I've lost count how many wrecks I've seen on this stretch of road. Cars and trucks in ditches. Up against fences. Crashes. Ambulances, Police, Fire Department personnel, clean-up crews. People on stretchers. Occupants of crashed vehicles sitting and standing. This is basically a country road that many drivers use like a freeway. And it's always amazing that people think they can drive as fast on rain-slick roads as they can on dry roads.
To be continued: In the upcoming September issue of the VOICE, Part 2 will consider solutions to the problem.