I know that stretch of road very well. Mostly a long, flat stretch. At 3 a.m. with full moonlight in summer, youthful indiscretion and the need for speed got the better of him, as it used to do in my misspent youth. Alcohol was likely involved. And perhaps a deer wandered into the road (they’re everywhere here.) I don’t know how I made it to my ripe older age. There but for the grace of God, go I.
Ryan Dunn was 34. You know that self-awareness of mortality that usually kicks in around age 25? It was a bit late arriving.