“You should write about all the automobile accidents in Westport,” an “06880” reader wrote.
Why? I wondered. They happen with such regularity, they’re just a fact of life here.
Covering car crashes would be like blogging that “the sun rose in the east today,” or “a new women’s store opened on Main Street.”
But Wednesday’s 3-car accident grabbed my attention.
It was early afternoon. Skies were clear. The stretch of Main Street in front of Willowbrook Cemetery is straight and well-paved.
Yet somehow the driver of a Ford Taurus managed to smash into both a Pontiac and Mercedes. The Taurus driver had to be extricated.
All 3 vehicles were totaled.
Readers of WestportNow.com, which first reported the crash, weighed in. One suggested speed was a factor. Another figured cell phones.
I’m guessing both.
Is there any place in Westport that’s so important to get to that we have to drive like madmen (and women)?
Is there any reason for racing through every light and stop sign; tailgating every guy (and gal) ahead of us, and doing it all while yapping into a device glued with one hand next to our ear?
Driving past cemeteries is fine. Ending up in one because some other Westporter (or New Yorker) thinks the world revolves around him (or her) is not.
I’m always amazed when parents bitch about the poor driving habits of teenagers. Kids don’t grow up in vacuums. They take their cues from everyone around them.
And they don’t start at 16. That baby strapped in the car seat watches — and wants to mimic — everything you do.
A bumper sticker says: “Shut Up And Drive.”
Do it at a normal rate of speed, too.
If not for me and you, do it for our kids.