Smell the Cobra

On the road in New Jersey yesterday, I passed a scene I thought only existed on radio bulletins. A lorry had had quite a crash and over half the metal side of the trailer was sliced off as if by a tin opener. By the time I got there, a JCB (I think I should say backhoe over here) had cleared the shed load into a large pile of green glass and cardboard by the side of the road, but the road was wet and the air was thick with the smell of Cobra beer.

I almost got out to lick the tarmac.