Saturday, the wife and I were on our way to eat lunch at Good Grief. Per their t-shirt, Good Grief claims a population of three people, two dogs, and one grumpy guy. The restaurant at Good Grief is about 45 minutes from our house.
We got about a mile down the road when we ran upon an accident on Highway 95. On a steep downhill grade, a guy pulling a load of hay spilled bails over all four lanes of the road. (Truck in photo above is not subject of this story.) Traffic stopped and then folks got out of their cars and started moving the hay out of the way. In less than five minutes, the road was open in both directions. Below are several pictures that my wife took while I was helping with the others.
Only one guy tried to get thru the mess. He was on a motorcycle. Everyone one else waited and/or helped.
At one point a person said, “I’d like to see this happen in New York City.”
My response was, “They’d just call 9-1-1 and wait for help.”
Yep, I can picture some guy trying to help in New York and finding that his vehicle was stolen while they were helping.
It was spontaneous and just what you’d expect in this part of the country.