I'm driving along a narrow, windy road through the mountains. Cursing at going so slow when a car (trans am) in the oncoming lane pulls a U-Turn, I slow down, miss hitting him by inches and now I'm going slow behind him. Looking out the window, to the right beneath the cliff I spy bodies, people, men, women, covered in tarps, victims of previous road accidents, their corpses waiting until traffic relents before they can be picked up. They're covered in clothing, blankets, but still you can see legs and arms here or there, identify sex, nametags cut from newsprint identify the victims, I tell the passengers (? children?) in the car to look out the window so they can see, I have to drive slow to avoid running them over....