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I think the front left wheel had simply rolled off right there in the passing lane. It was dark, but I think I saw it tipped on its side a few feet past the bumper. I did see the empty wheel well and the chassis tipped forward like a horse that had staggered and fallen onto one knee. No driver in sight. Someone had set out a line of pink, smoking flares. There were no police, no flashing lights, just a procession of cars making the same swerve to the right and then back over and over again without stopping. I found myself feeling badly, like I should go over and over to help it back up, but I was on my way somewhere too.