Sunday's crash in Waipawa which claimed the life of Bradley Charles Dobby struck close to home.
Not just in the sense I was born and raised in that same "oldest inland town in the country", but at this very intersection I once came within a whisker of shuffling off this mortal coil.
Back in seventh form, circa 1990, I was driving my mother's Mitsubishi hatchback with a friend. We were heading home after a day's picking at a local orchard.
Boys being boys I was a tad too heavy on the accelerator. The Ongaonga Rd intersection with SH2 materialised quicker than I'd gauged and I hit the brakes hard. Add some rain to the equation and the car skidded seamlessly, stopping halfway across the highway. Had any vehicle been heading north it's highly likely you wouldn't be enduring my ugly mug at the top of this piece.
There but for the grace of God, and all that.