On our way to the psychiatrist's this morning, we were in the carpool lane and up ahead the traffic was stopping. Our lane slowed but continued forward, and as we drove up, there were two cars (#1 and #2 lanes) stopped. I saw two men running up from the other direction and quickly realized that there was a body in the road. I managed to blurt out to the kids to shut their eyes before we were within sight of the motorcyclist who'd been killed. There was some debris on the road, but no sign of the bike. No blood, and the guy still had his helmet and leather jacket on, but he looked like a twisted rag doll. I cried the rest of the trip. Thank God the kids listened to me and averted their eyes. An hour later on our way back home, the coroner was there and just getting started removing the body. Sheriff deputies were standing around and traffic was backed up for miles. As we passed the accident scene, I heard on the radio that on the next freeway we take to get home, about 5 miles past our exit a tanker truck rolled over caught fire and exploded, shutting down the entire freeway in both directions. The black smoke was visible for miles. It's a major artery for out-of-county travel, especially on holiday weekends. This was just not a good morning to be on the road.