I was walking up Main Street near the Grand Saloon. [No I don’t live there.]
I heard a horn honk. I turned to see what was going on. Just as I turned my head I saw that a pickup had slowed to a crawl, and an SUV was passing the pickup. As soon as the SUV got past the pickup, the driver of the SUV stepped on the gas. Of course the pickup did the same. The two vehicles barreled through Dead Man’s Curve.
Fortunately it was a summer Monday night, the there weren’t many people, or Dead Man’s Curve might have lived up to its name.