Brian almost got into a huge accident in Brooklyn last night on our way home from a rehearsal dinner. He was in Jersey for meetings all day yesterday so he met us at the tux place in Brooklyn and then we drove together to the church for the rehearsal on 45th. Brian said he wanted to leave his car parked on 65th and 20th and just take one car over to the church because we were in a better neighborhood than where the church was. Looking around I couldn't imagine what he was talking about, but then we went to the church. Wow. The church was nice though.
On the way back to his car he complained about all the Brooklyn drivers, they were horrible, he grew up there so he is allowed. No one was using turn signals, people were darting into traffic from the side streets without looking and then just turning off without slowing down. They were pulling up to each other and stopping dead to chat with people in the car next to them. It really was bad. Oh and people were just jaywalking all over without looking (that happened on the way to the church, no one was walking on the way home). It was crazy.
After we got his car I followed him down 65th Street to the 4th Avenue BQE entrance ramp to go home and we were traveling in the left of our two lanes. Coming the other direction in the left of their two lanes were two cars that were following each other -- they were going really fast. The first one jumped into the right lane to avoid a car that was sitting in the left lane, waiting to turn left. The driver behind the car that switched lanes must have thought he was pulling into the other lane so they could race and he actually sped up and slammed right into the car that was turning.
He hit the car at at least 50mph just as Brian was passing it. I mean exactly as Brian was passing it. It was horrible. Thank God the cars were going straight and hit dead on because he pushed the first car straight forward, not to the side into Brian. I had to swerve a little to avoid it or maybe I swerved out of instinct. I can't really remember it happened so fast.
Brian was in shock the whole way home, it was a huge noise like a foot from him and his driver's door. Scary. When we got home he told me he was so thankful he doesn't live there anymore and the kids don't live there either. Me too.