Bekah wrote on Tule fogs:

[Mark Kohut]

"After work, unable to sleep, the Corvairs liked to go out and play motorhead valley roulette in the tule fogs.  These white presences, full of blindness and sudden highway death, moved, as if conscious, unpredictably over the landscape.  There were few satellite photos back then, so people had only the ground-level view.  No clear bounded shape all at once, there in the road, a critter in a movie, too quick to be true, there it'd be.  The idea was to enter the pale wall at a speed meaningfully over the limit, to bet that the white passage held no other vehicles, no curves, no construction, only smooth, level, empty roadway to an indefinite distance - a motorhead variation on a surfer's dream."

Let's see, cars---think one of them might have been a Cadillac Hearse? --and a "surfer's dream"? Remind anyone of a cover for an upcoming novel?

Death on the road. A good straightforward "realist' novelist such as Richard Russo has an awareness in his novels of how many die by car in America, especially the young.

OBA, faulted by some critics for lack of awareness of such things, knows it too.