Finally, with the tires about 18" off the pavement, the driver righted (lefted?) his course, narrowly keeping from broadsiding a traffic sign. He was using a cellphone.
Did I mention this was in a school zone? (Actually it was after hours.)
While I don't do full abstinence from textual activity, I am so poor at it that I sure don't try it while driving.
I guess I remember replacing the front end clip on my '68 Chrysler Newport after smashing a parked Cutlass (don't worry, it was a late '70s model, not a classic or 442 model) while looking for something on the floorboard, just two blocks from our house. And about a year-and-a-half later, having to take my '71 Opel Manta to a body shop in Bridgeport (circa 1979) to have a new passenger side door skin installed after I flattened it on a speed limit sign (about three more blocks away) while looking for my watch in the console. Drugs or alcohol were not involved.
I did not smash this kind of Cutlass!Today, I'm much more focused, but now we have GPS, XM, cellphones/texting, and DVD players in cars.
As Pete Seeger might say/sing: "When will they ever learn?"