Last month, Bobby and I were walking down Milwaukee Avenue and a young
goateed fool is driving up Milwaukee in a new-looking gun-metal grey Isuzu
Trooper sport utility. He's got one arm and his head completely out the
window, and he's singing "Love me two times, baby!" at the top of his lungs.
He makes a squealing, high speed turn onto Honore and just keeps turning.
He pops the curb, plows through a bicycle rack, flips over once, slides on
his side across the sidewalk, flips over again, landing upside down and 2
inches away from the Burger King. I rush to the pay phone on the corner to
call 911, and Bobby attends to the driver. He is still sitting in the
driver's seat, unhurt; in fact, he is starting his car in the upside down
mode. "Uh, I'm cool, I'm cool..." A crowd gathers, the cops arrive and put
the driver in the back seat of the cop car. On the way he tells him that he
just got a letter in mail from Isuzu saying these cars can flip over at any
moment. Time elapsed: less that 5 minutes? An hour later, we walked past
and the car, the crowd and the police were still there.