Wow. Pretty horrendous car accident out the front of our house today. Can’t quite work out how it happened but one of the cars hit a power pole so hard it sheared off at the base. By the time I ran out to see what was going on, one if the cars was in a huge fireball about 50 m down the road. People had already dragged the occupants out onto the footpath. I really hope there was no one still inside the burning car – I don’t think so, but the ones on the footpath looked in a pretty bad way.
Felt a bit helpless to be honest. There were a lot of people around already helping and although I wanted to help, there wasn’t much I could do.
About 10 minutes in, one guy ran past me towards the burning car yelling “is there anybody in there” like some sort of action hero. I couldn’t help thinking that there wasn’t anything he could have done anyway. It was literally a fireball, probably 20m high flames and it had already exploded 3 or 4 times.
It’s funny the difference between how you think you would react and how you actually do. I just kind of stood back and watched.
In a more positive note, we finally met our neighbors and have arranged to go over for a cuppa next weekend.