the skids

I just went for a walk to the shops. On the way to, there were a couple of cars with their emergency lights (a loose term in France, but that's a conversation for another day) on, and some poor schmuck lying in the middle of the road next to what was once his motorcycle. The police rolled up just as I passed. On the way back, schmuck had departed stage left, presumably in some ambulance-type device, but the wreckage was still there, with 3 divvy vans buzzing around excitedly taking reports and such like. I'll have to check the paper tomorrow.