In my eyes, Florida has become infamous for the profuse junk scattered on its road. During my first month here, I blindly nailed a chunk of blown-out tire on Interstate 95 with my Chevrolet Prizm, effectively ripping away the bottom of the fender. I once saw an accident at a busy intersection in Melbourne that left shards of windshield glass spewed all over the pavement. In any other state, emergency crews would have cleaned the mess up.
I can't take it anymore. I must expose this injustice.
The other day, I suspect there was an accident on North Wickham Road in Viera, near the Uno Chicago Grill. I saw the fender of a maroon car in the left lane as I drove toward Orlando in the morning. I had to swerve to avoid it.
When I returned home at night, much of the debris was still there. The largest chunk was thrown onto the grassy shoulder, probably after it caused another accident. And it wouldn't be a surprise to learn that the first accident was caused by some other piece of junk strewn over the road.
So, what's the moral of the story? Save some lives (and cars): Pick up after your accident.
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