Okay, this was when I lived with my sister on 77th Street. There was a 8-story parking garage across the street. One time I hear yelling and crashing and commotion, so I look out the window and it’s like a scene from a Hal Needham film. A car had crashed through signs, crushed a mailbox, downed an awning then smacked into a fire hydrant which was dutifully spewing water 20 feet high. A lady had been given her car by the valet, and though she tried blaming him somehow, she’d mashed the accelerator instead of the brake, flew across the street, doing all that damage. This was right where people come out of the subway at Lexington, so a miracle she didn’t kill someone. So confusing brake and gas is possible, I suppose. Hope they nail the Tesla guy for distracted driving or something.
