January 07, 2004
Rubber-necking.
This morning hitched a ride in to the office park, but our speedy progress was thwarted first at Grand Ave, by a crashed big rig and then near Millbrae, where a single car was resting quietly in a bed of succulent ground cover. We came to an almost-complete stop to gaze upon the wreckage, prompting an angry honk from the driver behind us.
