Not gonna watch, just gonna sit in on this thread - a lot more fun and not having to worry about throwing up ;-)
I’m getting there, but it’s hard not to slow down when you FINALLY get to the wreck and do a little rubber-necking yourself.
I always have a mixture of nausea, choking down a rage of bile and incredulity...
perhaps there’s a word for that? You know a spiffy hybrid between nausea and incredulity?