The clusterfark that is Northwest Distressway at Belle Isle Boulevard is now considered the most dangerous intersection in town, with approximately one crash every other day. (Lucky me, I go through that intersection ten times a week.) One particular incident is cited to demonstrate the junction’s insatiable appetite for souls:
Adam Steele, 35, a land surveyor and marathon runner, was riding his new motorcycle to meet some friends that evening.
He took the Interstate 44 westbound off-ramp to Northwest Expressway. As the curve brought him to the intersection at Belle Isle Boulevard, he collided with Colleen Argue, 48, of Vian, who was driving a Jeep west on Northwest Expressway.
The two lanes they were in are separated by a 3-foot-tall concrete barrier leading to the intersection. Argue’s lane is intended for drivers to go straight on Northwest Expressway only, and a traffic sign indicates this with an arrow pointing straight ahead. However, Argue turned the Jeep right into the path of Steele. His motorcycle hit her Jeep. He wasn’t wearing a helmet and suffered fatal injuries.
Now if your next question is “Why would she turn right, in front of a Jersey barrier?” here’s your answer:
Argue told a police officer her GPS voice command told her to turn right, and she did so, crossing into the path of Steele’s motorcycle.
O wicked demon of GPS, luring the unwary into the realm of destruction!
Though after nine years of commuting through this concrete hellhole, I believe the real problem is not so much people failing to comprehend the barrier, but people thinking that just one more car into the intersection after the light turns red couldn’t possibly make any difference. It’s at the point now where if I’m at the head of the line when the green comes on, I count up to three Mississippi before hitting the gas, just in case one of those dillholes runs the light.