Two guys I know crashed this afternoon. The driver is in critical condition, passenger died at the scene. S10 pickup went off the road, hit a cement retaining wall, rolled it a few times.
Passenger was one of those guys he was a harmless drunk, rode his bike around loaded up with fishing gear, because he didn't have a license. Worked enough to keep himself fed, and some beer. Crashed with who ever would let him during the winter, and camped allot during the summer. Honorable discharged Special Forces Marine who was happy living the way he did. The type that would help a little old lady carry her stuff out of the store. Seen him with a trash bag picking up the side of the road, and not just for the aluminum either! Just an all around good guy.
The driver well I knew him!
Why is it always the good one? I just don't get it!