Ah… The students are back in town, and with them the car wrecks.
Screeee–crash.
The driver of the Cherokee jumped out of the car and ran over to the drivers’ window of the Saturn. He screamed, “What am I going to do now? I don’t have another car!”
Pretty soon the dorm across the street has emptied and the corner is full of gawpers. Two students take charge of things (while I ghoulishly take photos). Before long our local authorities are on the scene.
When Cherokee moves out of traffic, it’s clear that something inside the fender has crushed against the tire. He gets out with a crowbar and starts making delicate manual adjustments. Bang-bang-BANG style adjustments.
Here’s the Saturn. I wasn’t watching exactly, but it sort of looks like she ran the red and got clobberred.