I drove passed a crash on the A1 yesterday. One car was facing in the wrong direction along side the central reservation. It’s pretty depressing really. Everyone was very measured about it, with all the traffic slowing down and moving passed in an organised way; this was before the police had got there. But no one stopped. Once one person has done it, we all follow along, without any though of even offering help to those in distress. It’s a sad reflection on the isolation of modern life, sitting in steal boxes.
Still, the road afterwards was really clear for quite a few miles, so it’s not all bad.
Originally published on my old blog site.