We live in a huge complex, I dont even know how many apartments. Probably right around 500 or so, total. We have 3 pools, and a lot of parks. Anyway..it's right on a really busy street in a lousy part of Denver. (Yale and Monaco for those of you who know the area).

Tonight some pickup truck (Work truck of some description) went right off Yale and into our complex. Broke the iron fence down at the pool, and ended up about 5 inches from the deep end. Daniel had been out and seen it, then came and convinced us to come look. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen.

SO many cop cars, ambulance, fire trucks...wtf..! I stood there trying to imagine the scene just seconds before the wreck. Daniel and I trying to explain what we thought had happened... "It looks like he went for Syracuse, and couldnt stop..blah blah"

If it had been summer, someone sitting in a lawn chair at the side of the pool would have been dead.

Daniel and I started talking about other bad wrecks we'd seen. He said "Remember that one time camping when that car rolled off that hill?" Man..That was awesome...We were up at Grand Lake and there are some really steep cliffs going around those mountain turns. Some damn car had rolled 150 yards down the hill and ended up against a tree. We sat there in our lawn chairs drinking beer all day watching that one. *That* makes me miss camping.