Hurry! Maybe we can watch them burn!

As I was speeding through my neighborhood on my bike last night, I realized something. I am a sick person. Last night Jake and I saw smoke coming up from just a short distance from our house, so naturally we decide to hop on our bikes and ride over to get a closer look. Nuts, we can't get past those pesky firemen. Apparently they get the VIP access to these things. Whatever. There were fire engines lining the street and there were cars parked all the way around the corner to another street as if there was a dope party going on in our 'hood... but... no. It was just a house completely up in flames and while the firemen are pushing past us (even though we got there first!), we all act irritated that they won't let us get closer. We (meaning all few hundred of us spectators) were fascinated by watching someone's home burn to the ground, and we wanted to know all the details. It reminds me of the days I drive to work and notice stop and go traffic, then as I get up to the cause of the traffic jam I realize it's an accident, and the only cause for slowed traffic is the weirdos (including myself) driving past trying to get a glimpse of a bloody body or lost limb or something. Then speeding away disappointed that the scene is mostly cleared up.

All I'm saying is, keep up your speed as you drive past the accident scene and stare. That way I can still make it to work on time. Oh, and when there's a fire in your neighborhood, make sure you don't hesitate when making your way to the scene, that way you can get a way better view, and maybe even a spray from the firehose.