It's ... quite a thing to see something like that in real life. This isn't a TV stunt car that explodes after skidding, this isn't a videogame car that flies through the air, lands with a bang, and keeps on rolling. This is a real car that had real people in it, rapidly reducing itself to a black pile of twisted slag. That gray haze we drove through? That was rarified pieces of somebody's car! Cripes. I sure hope they got out of it okay -- but I have no way of knowing.
But the morning commute wasn't all horror. On our back route (for when the toll road is a mess, like today), at the intersection of Beulah and Old Courthouse, is a small pond of the "fishin' hole" variety that is usually populated by various types of migratory waterfowl. Year round you can find ducks and Canadian geese ("Honk, eh?") congregating there; in the summer months it's not unusual to find the occasional blue heron. Today we encountered a large, gangly-but-still-graceful variety of crane, with a light gray body and a long white head with black stripes over the eyes. So that added a nice, peaceful moment to what was otherwise a scary ride.