There are car wrecks every minute, somewhere.
This is the first one that almost hits me.
Taking a walk down the Rambla, this accident happens on the roadway at a spot I just pass. I hear braking,turn, and watch a white delivery van moving crazily down one lane of traffic, swerving, balanced on two wheels, looking like it will hit parked cars on the curbside, which it does. It is like a stunt man driving in the movies except this is an average Joe who is going to be lucky if he walks away without a scratch.
People converge on the accident scene to make sure drivers are okay, talk about what they see or didn’t see, who is responsible and who isn’t, and wait for police. I don’t know what causes the accident but the cops will take interviews, pictures, piece together a truth that will be torn apart by lawyers if it goes to court.
A police car almost loses control as it passes me with lights and sirens, dodges a car that doesn’t get out of the way, does a U-turn, then shuts down the roadway at the accident scene. An ambulance,already here,tends to an older man in a small car involved in the accident.
The one they need to check on is the working man who climbs out of the upside down delivery van and slaps himself on the top of his forehead with two hands, lucky to be alive.
This could have been a disaster instead of a photo op.