It's nice living in a decent neighborhood. Just last night I witnessed a car collision where a young woman drove into the back of a large pickup. I probably shouldn't say much more, but at least things seem to have worked out.
I do love my neighborhood though, because a bunch of people helped grab a broom and sweep up the plastic parts that were left in the intersection. Even the Portland Police Officer seemed a little surprised. (He seemed like a good guy, if anyone is wondering.)
At least nobody seemed to be hurt, and the kayaks looked like they could still float.