The street where I grew up was pretty deadly; practically at every intersection, there's a tombstone, and at some intersections, even two or three. Anyway, that night a 127 sport flipped over (UH! AH! tagadà!!!) and the occupant gathered his things and hitchhiked home. We young, beardless kids got closer to the accident site and found some cassette tapes, including one with "weird" music Dire Straits - Down To The Waterline -- HQ Audio -- LYRICS