Today Gordon and I met the chaos on Effie before we even got to the base of the hill. There were three average cars crumpled like aluminum cans in a neat pack at the side of the street. A pair of police officers was calmly taking notes, and 8 or so people had gathered on the sidewalk and were smiling and chatting placidly about exchanging insurance information as if they were passing around business cards at a party, or even as though they already knew one another. The scene looked carefully constructed, like an installation of contemporary art with museum patrons milling about the exhibit on opening day. Or maybe all the people were part of the exhibit themselves?
Or maybe my casual studies of car culture’s dark side are getting to me.