Just after eight o'clock I set off for my kinesitherapy appointment. Just as I was approaching a blind corner an Audi travelling like the proverbial bat out of hell overtook me. Next thing I saw was the orange colour of one of the cantonal garden service trucks oncoming. Then I heard a screech, bang with metal and glass cascading in the air. An aged Peugot then slammed into the back of the truck.
It was all in the blinking of an eye but seemed like slow motion as it actually happened. The windscreen of the Audi was shattered, the front of it clearly wrecked and the bonnet was up and crumpled like a tissue, the truck looked pretty badly damaged, the Peugot probably finally had its last outing given it had gone under the tail of the truck.
I had obviously slowed down, just enough to be able to stop had one of the vehicles gone across the road or blocked it. I saw the Audi driver jammed in behind an airbag, the two men in the truck looking dazed and the woman in the Peugot looking like she was about to go on the warpath. I know I should have stopped, called the Samu and gendarmes but it would have cost me the physio which I need very much and my therapist is away for two weeks as of this afternoon as it is. There was somebody else oncoming behind me by then so I skedaddled. When I had a straight stretch I did not see the car behind, so felt a bit less guilty.
I have been waiting for something like that to happen on one of the local blind corners since coming here. That was the first one I have actually seen. Passing earlier 'wrecks' is not exactly unusual. Nonetheless, as prepared as I have been to actually see it happen is very scary to say the least and I actually think it is the adrenaline burst that makes it all seem like slow motion and then prompted me to scarper.