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I witnessed an odd accident a year or so ago. I was driving home in my (then) Liberty at around 2:30 am on a six lane interstate (3 west bound lanes, then a median roughly the size of 2 lanes and 3 east bound lanes) There was hardly any traffic on the road but I did notice a white SUV in the opposote lane of traffic about a hundred meters in front of me. There was a slight bend in the road and the guy driving missed it and headed across all three lanes and into the median, Now the median is lower than the road and the guy was [apparently] go so fast that when the front of the truck hit the low spot it rolled over, end over end two or three times. I couldn't believe what I saw, I immediately pulled over and dialed 911 as I ran across the median to the SUV, that I now could see was an 02-05 Explorer. When I got to the Explorer (which had come to rest back on it's wheels) The driver was in the passenger floor board, and what happened next I still can't believe. I yelled to the guy to see if he was hurt, and he crawled back into the drivers seat and drove off 
(I can't remember if he had to restart the truck or if it stayed running) He just drove off down the interstate, slowly mid you, as he had one tire completely off of the rim and he was dragging fascia parts...but still he DROVE AWAY. I figured he must've been drunk and didn't want to get a DWI. Funny thing is that other than car parts the median was littered with a guitar, school books tools etc. from the back windows busting out and letting the cargo escape. I was on the phone with the state troopers the entire time, and they thought it was a prank call at first because of the description of the wreck and then I told them the guy just drove away.
I was also very close to a wreck when I was a teenager, and this one I still sometimes have nightmares about.
I was coming home from work one day in the summer of 99 or 00. I was riding with a co-worker and we came across an accident right after it had happened, it was before the emergency responders got there and there still seemed to be smoke in the air from the collision. I looked down the highway and saw what looked like a green Mercury Cougar facing the wrong way on the highway and my heart sank. You see this was right when the new Cougars had just came out and they you didn't see them too much and I had a friend that had one, a very distinct green one with a spoiler. I just ran to see if this was my friends car, and while it was...that was nowhere near the worst thing I saw. My friend was very lucky only a concussion and a some soreness, The driver of the other cars both got much worse. This is what happened, My friend was racing with another guy I knew down a five lane highway (two lanes in each direction with a center turning lane in the middle) The cars were the new Cougar and a 91 Mustang GT that the other kids parent's just bought him (more on that in a minute) both cars were modified with the Cougar having N2O and a body kit etc. (F&F crap) the mustang, I honestly don't know how modified but there were plenty of performance stickers and chrome under the hood.) So They are racing with the Cougar in the inside lane, and came up to a curve in the road, the Mustang's right wheels left the pavement and the driver over corrected steering his car into the Cougar. The mustang clipped the Cougar right in front of the rear wheel and it sent the cougar spinning off, The Cougar did a few 360s but didn't hit anything else and never left the road. The Mustang however shot across the turning lane and was T-boned by a Ford Ranger in the first lane of the opposite traffic. The police estimated that at impact the Ranger (who's driver never had time to brake) was traveling at 60mph and the Mustang was traveling somewhere around 90. The guy in the Ranger (who was a guy in his forties heading home from work) was airlifted to the hospital after they cut him out of his truck, I remember he suffered lots of broken bones and such but I really don't know the extent of his injuries as I didn't know him. The driver of the Mustang died on the scene, in the arms of my auto shop teacher (who also saw the wreck as it happened just yards from our high school) I will never forget that sight, he was completly unrecognizable and I remember having to give the police his name because I recognized the car. There wasn't much to recognize however the only reason I knew it was his car is because of the temporary registration plate that I found on the road. The Mustang was literally split into two halves with the front half of the car (up to the rear of the front seats) on one side of the highway and the rear of the car was on the other side in the trees about 30 meters from the front. And right in the center turning lane was the driver. The debris field was also huge. I gave my statement to the police, and actually drove my stupid friends Cougar home from the scene as he was so worried about his precious car that he wouldn't go to the hospital otherwise.
As if the above accident wasn't bad enough I felt guilty for years because I somehow thought the accident was my fault. About 4 days prior to this accident I had a "run in" with the owner of the Mustang as we lived in the same neighborhood, although we wern't friends by any means. He had just gotten the Mustang and was trying to race everything in the world, including my car. The conversation went something like this:
him: Hey Tomme Check out my new Mustang, it's way fast.
me: Cool, whats under the hood?
him: lots of stuff I just beat this guy's Camaro and someone else's honda.
Me: well that doesn't take much, you've got a 5.0 against stock four and six cyl cars.
He then proceeds to do a burnout and speed down the residential street I live on. About two hours later I run into him again as I am getting gas and he asks if I want to race, which I said something like of course not I drive an automatic 1995 Honda Civic DX hatchback...not a very fast car, but that doesn't stop him from trying to race when we leave the gas station. He was always a very reckless driver but this was just too much and I told him so when I got back into my neighborhood. He was in his driveway and I stopped my car and told him that he was going to kill someone with the way he drives and hopefully it would be him and not someone else. And 4 days later he was dead. That really screwed with me for a long time. Somehow I thought because I said it it came true
(I can't remember if he had to restart the truck or if it stayed running) He just drove off down the interstate, slowly mid you, as he had one tire completely off of the rim and he was dragging fascia parts...but still he DROVE AWAY. I figured he must've been drunk and didn't want to get a DWI. Funny thing is that other than car parts the median was littered with a guitar, school books tools etc. from the back windows busting out and letting the cargo escape. I was on the phone with the state troopers the entire time, and they thought it was a prank call at first because of the description of the wreck and then I told them the guy just drove away.I was also very close to a wreck when I was a teenager, and this one I still sometimes have nightmares about.
I was coming home from work one day in the summer of 99 or 00. I was riding with a co-worker and we came across an accident right after it had happened, it was before the emergency responders got there and there still seemed to be smoke in the air from the collision. I looked down the highway and saw what looked like a green Mercury Cougar facing the wrong way on the highway and my heart sank. You see this was right when the new Cougars had just came out and they you didn't see them too much and I had a friend that had one, a very distinct green one with a spoiler. I just ran to see if this was my friends car, and while it was...that was nowhere near the worst thing I saw. My friend was very lucky only a concussion and a some soreness, The driver of the other cars both got much worse. This is what happened, My friend was racing with another guy I knew down a five lane highway (two lanes in each direction with a center turning lane in the middle) The cars were the new Cougar and a 91 Mustang GT that the other kids parent's just bought him (more on that in a minute) both cars were modified with the Cougar having N2O and a body kit etc. (F&F crap) the mustang, I honestly don't know how modified but there were plenty of performance stickers and chrome under the hood.) So They are racing with the Cougar in the inside lane, and came up to a curve in the road, the Mustang's right wheels left the pavement and the driver over corrected steering his car into the Cougar. The mustang clipped the Cougar right in front of the rear wheel and it sent the cougar spinning off, The Cougar did a few 360s but didn't hit anything else and never left the road. The Mustang however shot across the turning lane and was T-boned by a Ford Ranger in the first lane of the opposite traffic. The police estimated that at impact the Ranger (who's driver never had time to brake) was traveling at 60mph and the Mustang was traveling somewhere around 90. The guy in the Ranger (who was a guy in his forties heading home from work) was airlifted to the hospital after they cut him out of his truck, I remember he suffered lots of broken bones and such but I really don't know the extent of his injuries as I didn't know him. The driver of the Mustang died on the scene, in the arms of my auto shop teacher (who also saw the wreck as it happened just yards from our high school) I will never forget that sight, he was completly unrecognizable and I remember having to give the police his name because I recognized the car. There wasn't much to recognize however the only reason I knew it was his car is because of the temporary registration plate that I found on the road. The Mustang was literally split into two halves with the front half of the car (up to the rear of the front seats) on one side of the highway and the rear of the car was on the other side in the trees about 30 meters from the front. And right in the center turning lane was the driver. The debris field was also huge. I gave my statement to the police, and actually drove my stupid friends Cougar home from the scene as he was so worried about his precious car that he wouldn't go to the hospital otherwise.
As if the above accident wasn't bad enough I felt guilty for years because I somehow thought the accident was my fault. About 4 days prior to this accident I had a "run in" with the owner of the Mustang as we lived in the same neighborhood, although we wern't friends by any means. He had just gotten the Mustang and was trying to race everything in the world, including my car. The conversation went something like this:
him: Hey Tomme Check out my new Mustang, it's way fast.
me: Cool, whats under the hood?
him: lots of stuff I just beat this guy's Camaro and someone else's honda.
Me: well that doesn't take much, you've got a 5.0 against stock four and six cyl cars.
He then proceeds to do a burnout and speed down the residential street I live on. About two hours later I run into him again as I am getting gas and he asks if I want to race, which I said something like of course not I drive an automatic 1995 Honda Civic DX hatchback...not a very fast car, but that doesn't stop him from trying to race when we leave the gas station. He was always a very reckless driver but this was just too much and I told him so when I got back into my neighborhood. He was in his driveway and I stopped my car and told him that he was going to kill someone with the way he drives and hopefully it would be him and not someone else. And 4 days later he was dead. That really screwed with me for a long time. Somehow I thought because I said it it came true