"Welcome to the road"

Yesterday, I was out doing the farmer's market thing.
It started to rain pretty hard, sheets of rain in places, on my way home.
The streets were slick, but I arrived home safely and had been in the house not two minutes, when Nathan and I heard this sickeningly loud thud outside. It was so loud it shook my house a bit. At first I thought a tree limb had fallen on the roof.
Then we looked outside.
A little honda had hit an SUV right in front of our house. (We know that blind curve is a doozy and people take it way too fast sometimes, and we've been told they used to end up in our front yard about once a month before the city fixed it, but it's still dangerous.)
Nathan went outside, but I was too scared at first. The last thing I wanted to see was something horrific that I would remember forever.
As it is, I will never forget the sound of the crash. There were no screeching tires... just the sound of a wrecking ball hitting a building and nothing else. Makes me shudder.
I saw my neighbor across the street was already outside on his phone making calls. He was in the road checking on every one.
So was Nathan (he was a first responder...) Then I realize he went outside without his shoes... so I took them out to him, because I didn't want him walking on glass.
Thankfully no one was maimed and there were no fountains of blood.
The honda had crossed the center line and they had hit each other's driver's side front corner.
The guy in the Honda had broken his leg. He was put on a stretcher and into an ambulance.
The woman and her daughter in the SUV were fine, just shaken up really badly. Both were crying. My neighbor's wife was hugging them, and saying it would be all right.
Both cars were damaged beyond repair.
I told my neighbor I was going to make some calls, but I saw he was already on it.
He said, "Yeah, once I heard that sound, I knew what it was and ran outside."
Then he looked right at me and Nathan and said, "Welcome to the road."