70 is the speed limit, but 80 is the norm. It is dual carriageway, the opposing traffic is separated by a safety barrier and a cushion of greenery. You've been this way a hundred times before, the loud pedal sinks further to the floor as that satisfying sideways g- force builds up as you pull through the bend. A smile on your face as sail merrily on your way. Driving is fun.
The path through the woods crunches underfoot. Dry leaves , twigs, CDs, glass, a makeup bag, spectacles....no this isn't your normal undergrowth.
Worrying clues point as evidence as to the true nature of this stretch of woods.
The whole area is peppered with discarded paramedics gloves.
Trees are laid flat, their bases shattered and splintered. They all point the same way; in the direction of the traffic.
Then you start to notice, here, there, dotted everywhere, some new, some faded, bouquets tied to scarred trees, each marking their own tragedy.
Cherished toys, once soft and fluffy, lay alone, no one to love them anymore.
You got to ask, how fast do you have to go for your car to break up and your treasured CD collection to embed itself ninja style in solid wood.
I like to drive fast, sometimes I drive too fast. A trip to 'car crash corner' probably won't stop me pushing it a bit, but the consequences of getting it wrong will be in the forefront of my mind....I might relax my foot, enjoy the scenery, I'm not in that much of a rush, after all I wouldn't want to revisit 'car crash corner' before my time....