I drove from CT to philly yesterday -- there were at least 15, probably more like 25 accidents on I-95 just between NYC and Philly. Then I crashed my brother's car into the curb outside his house. In my defense I was going about 15mph and gave myself about 30 feet to break. I think I slowed down to maybe 10mph by the time I hit. Ridiculous.
The thing is, there was a point where there was practically an accident every mile, and people were still tailgating me. I wished I had a sign to hold out the back, "U SERIOUS BRO?"