We were driving on a two lane highway in California several years ago. Traffic was heavy and there wasn’t any opportunity to pass. A car full of teenagers came roaring past us on the dirt shoulder passing 30 or 40 cars. They were doing at least 80. Pretty soon traffic came to a complete stop. They had flipped their car a mile or two in front of us. The car war really mangled and I never found out if any of them were killed.
In ‘67 I lived on Mercer Island right next to the old toll booths on I-90. They had reversible lanes back then. Every week or two some guy would get on the freeway there and not notice and move into the “passing lane” and WHAM, a head on. The sound is really something. It is not a crash. It is a loud “thud” with “crash” aftertones.
Any way. I was in 7th grade. One day my bro and I are playing catch and we hear that sound and go up to take a look (we were down a 30’ hill from the road). There was a 1965 baracuda with five teenagers. The windshield was gone and the frame was like a picture frame with a photo of five faces all with eyes shut and completely washed in blood. All of their faces were approximately in the same verticle plane as the dashboard. The car was very much shortenedbetween the dashboard and the front . . It had hit a forest green government Plymouth with one guy who was injured but coherent.
What had happened was that a carload of teenagers in a pretty new Baracuda fastback had just entered the freeway, probably floored it and moved into the passing lane going westbound, except it was right after school and rush hour, so the lane was eastbound. The road veered right before entering the floating bridge, and went head on to an east bound government worker coming home from work.
I heard and saw lots of accidents while we lived there and arrived there usually within less than a minute after the thud. This was just the worst.
I assume that most or all of the teenagers were dead.