January 8th, 2021



No, not tired as in sleepy, although I certainly was that yesterday after having had nearly no sleep the night before and therefore having gone to bed around 3:30 PM. In this case this is a tale of a tire. Aside from one hour of work from 4:30-5:30 AM this morning, I had the rest of the day off. We had some plans to get away early to do grocery shopping in Reno, but my minvan (more specifically the right front tire) had other ideas.

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Shortly after picking up the repaired tire from Big O, while sitting at the light on southbound Pyramid Way waiting to turn onto east I-80, I witnessed a nasty traffic incident that happened in the very lane in which I'd been driving only 30 minutes earlier when we came off east I-80 to turn left (north) onto Pyramid Way. A white pickup truck (alas for me not getting a better description) came boiling down the off-ramp, smashed into the rear of a small car that then pinballed off the car in front of it and spun around. (These two vehicles were stationary, as their light had only just turned green.) The pickup truck, with significant front-end damage but still mobile, then drove around them, went through the intersection (and past me), heading north on Pyramid Way. The middle car in that three-car sandwich looked badly damaged. I sure hope the driver was buckled up, but Lisa figures whoever was in that car must have been injured no matter what.

I grabbed for my phone, but grabbed the wrong one and not only couldn't get a picture, but didn't have the presence of mind to try and spot the license plate. The lights then turned green in my favor and I couldn't see any safe place to go other than to head onto the freeway and home. I had to assume that someone else closer to the accident would call 911.

When we got home, I called the Sparks Police Department and gave my contact details, but I wasn't able to get the key information they need: the license plate of the hit-and-run vehicle. All I could confirm was that the truck had sustained front-end damage. They probably won't need me any further, but I still feel bad about it because I was probably the best possible witness for what they needed.

By the time we got home, it was nearly dark and getting very cold. We unloaded the groceries, but left the repaired tire in the RV and will swap it back into place tomorrow, as we're not going anywhere else tonight.