My wife and I were moving down a four-lane road with a center divider the other night, and I saw the flashing blue lights in front of us.
“Look,” I said. “A problem up ahead.” As we rounded a curve there were three sets of flashing blues, and by the time we got closer there were six police vehicles parked along the curb, red warning cones behind and in front of each vehicle.
“It looks like a fatality situation,” I said. “There are way too many police cars for just a wreck scene.”
As we came close to the intersection, there it was. A Honda Gold Wing motorcycle lay on its side, wheels away from the road and the seat facing the road. Several officers were talking while traffic was forced to merge to one lane as we all passed slowly.
Sadly, I was right. In the morning paper I saw the story about a 60-year old male who died at the hospital some time after the motorcycle crashed. Then I read on.