Fact Situation

Caneville is located in Falcon County, a semi-rural area.  With a population of 16,000, the city has seen an alarming increase of illegal drag racing in recent years.  The races attract small crowds of local teenagers and young adults.  Many cheer on their favorite drivers from the side of the road, while a few others participate as starters (giving start signals) or as drivers themselves.  In the last year alone, there have been two fatalities and a number of other injuries requiring medical attention due to incidents of illegal drag racing.  There has been significant damage to both private and public property.

Some local residents have organized informal drag racing clubs that challenge each other to race on Caneville’s streets.  Each club identifies itself with decals that depict the club’s logo.

The City Council decided to address this deadly problem.  With a unanimous vote in January 2004, the council passed Chapter 20, called the “Caneville Control of Illegal Racing Clubs Ordinance” (“Racing Ordinance”).  The Racing Ordinance went into effect in April 2004.  Notices of the pending law were placed in the county Department of Motor Vehicles office and the high school and community college auto-shop classes.

Under this ordinance, it is a misdemeanor for drivers to knowingly congregate with members of an illegal racing club on Caneville’s streets.  Police officers have identified about five local clubs and their logos.  The ordinance allows officers to identify a driver as a club participant by the particular logo that is visible on the vehicle.

Vanessa Foley, age 19, enrolled at Caneville Community College in September 2003.  At that time she befriended Mo Lancaster, age 18and the two of them signed up for an auto-shop class at the college.  Vanessa owned a two-door Stallian X2 compact sports car, an import from Europe.  Mo was known to be a drag racer, and Vanessa became interested, too.  Vanessa’s brother-in-law owns and manages a computer store in Caneville, and Vanessa requested that he design and print window decals of a pig driving a hot rod with the words “Road Hogz” on it.  He did this and provided Vanessa with some stickers.  Vanessa, Mo, and a couple of others placed the decals on their cars and started to tell people that they were a dragster club called the Road Hogz.  Vanessa and Mo had appeared at the City Council meeting in January to speak out in opposition to the passing of the Racing Ordinance and to recommend that the local government build a legal racetrack in Caneville.

In October 2003, Vanessa and Mo were arrested in Caneville and convicted for violation of Vehicle Code Section 23109, which prohibits illegal contests or exhibitions of speed.  Officer Quinn Avila of the Caneville Police Department cited Vanessa twice since 2002 for speeding down Main Street in Caneville.

Starting in September, 2003, an informal social group at the college, got together to start the weekend, often driving across town in a “caravan” to a place called The Heavy Burger.  The caravan typically began where the college was located on the eastern end of Main Street, a two-lane road that ran east-west through the center of Caneville.  The caravan then traversed the street to the far west end of twon, where the college was located on the eastern end of Main Street, a two-lane road that ran east-west through the center of Caneville.  The caravan then traversed the street to the far west end of town, where the street crossed Gardner Avenue, a four-lane road.  The 80-foot wide intersection was controlled by a traffic signal suspended above the center of the intersection by high cables attached to electrical poles at the four corners.  An auto-repair shop and gas station located on the southwest corner belonged to Brett Williams, an auto mechanic.

The Heavy Burger is located a mile west of this intersection in an undeveloped area of Caneville.  There are sparsely placed light poles along this mile stretch of Main Street, and there were no other stop signs or traffic signals.  It was at this intersection that drag racing often began.

Darian Kendall, age 20, is a second-year student at the college and an acquaintance of Vanessa’s from high school.  Darian had enrolled in the same auto-shop class at the college with Vanessa and Mo.  Darian owned a four-door Dimension 100 sedan with a manual transmission and an eight-cylinder engine.  Upon seeing Darian’s Dimension 100 for the first time at the college in September, Vanessa made fun of it.  Vanessa later told others in the group that when things cooled down after her October arrest and December speeding violations, she would enjoy demonstrating how fast her Stallion X2 could go.

On February 20, Vanessa picked Darian and Mo up at the college to drive them in the caravan to The Heavy Burger.  Vanessa’s Stallion X2 was in the front of the caravan.  Darian sat in the backseat, while Mo was the front passenger.  The car stopped at the intersection of Gardner and Main, but when the light turned green, Vanessa revved the engine.  At that moment,Vanessa laughed and accelerated the Stallion X2 forward to 85 mph and drove at that speed for a quarter mile.

Darian also attended a drag race as a spectator.  At this race on Friday, April 23, Officer Avila came upon the scene and arrested Vanessa Foley for illegally racing.  Avila also counseled Darian and others on the dangers and legal consequences of street racing and then released them.

On the night of Friday, May 21, at 7:40 p.m., Darian and Robin Avery assembled in a parking lot at the college for the usual caravan across town.  Vanessa arrived with Mo as a passenger.  Darian, who was alone in the Dimension 100, led the three cars in the caravan.  Robin, age 20, was second in line, driving a Saurus, a large SUV.  Vanessa’s Stallion X2 was the third and last car in the line.  They arrived at the intersection of Gardner and Main, just after sunset approximately 7:55 p.m.

When the cars stopped for the red light at Gardner, Vanessa suddenly pulled her car out of line, drove on the wrong side of the road, and stopped next to Darian’s sedan.  Vanessa began revving the Stallion X2’s engine.  When the light turned green, both cars began to accelerate.  Vanessa immediately lost control of her vehicle.  The Stallion X2 crossed the intersection and onto the southwest corner where it struck the light pole.  The car wrapped around the pole in such a way that its hood was split in two.  Mo managed to escape from the car.  Vanessa, however, was pinned inside.  Flames arose from the engine.

Darian’s Dimension 100 came to a stop on the north side of Gardner Avenue, approximately 55 feet west of the Main and Gardner intersection.

Brett Williams was at work that evening in the repair shop.  As soon as the Stallion X2 collided with the pole, Brett enlisted the help of Parker Gallo to pull Vanessa from the car.  Brett ran back into the shop to retrieve a fire extinguisher and ran back to the car with it.  Brett managed to douse the flames, but could not extract Vanessa from the car.

About five minutes later, police officer Quinn Avila, paramedics, and firefighters arrived at the accident scene.  Officer Avila calmed the small crowd that had formed and kept them safely away from the vehicle.  The firefighters extracted Vanessa from the Stallion X2, and paramedics took Vanessa to the emergency room at Vacata Hospital, where she was pronounced dead from traumatic head injuries.  No one else had any severe injuries.

Officer Avila took statements from witnesses at the scene.  Officer Avila arrested Darian for participating in an illegal contest of speed and arrested Mo for aiding and abetting an illegal contest of speed. 

Darian was subsequently charged with three criminal counts:

• vehicular manslaughter Penal Code Sec. 192
• misdemeanor violation of Vehicle Code Sec. 23109
• misdemeanor violation of Chapter 20, the Racing Ordinance

Police impounded Darian’s Dimension 100, which was subsequently missing from the impound lot before experts could examine it.

People v. Kendall
Stipulations

• There is not an equal protection argument.
• There was sufficient probably cause to arrest Darian Kendall and Mo Lancaster.
• Vanessa Foley’s car was thoroughly examined by experts and it was determined that there were no mechanical defects and the accident was caused by driver error.
• All witness statements were taken in a timely manner.
• All physical evidence and witnesses not provided for in the case packet are unavailable and availability may not be questioned.
• Lindsay White and Haley Salazar are qualified witness experts and can testify to each other’s statements.

People v. Kendall
Physical Evidence

The only physical evidence which may be introduced at trial is a faithful reproduction of the map of the accident scene.

People v. Kendall
Charges

1. vehicular manslaughter Penal Code Sec. 192
2. misdemeanor violation of Vehicle Code Sec. 23109
3. misdemeanor violation of Chapter 20, the Racing Ordinance

People v. Kendall
Prosecution Witnesses

Officer Quinn Avila
Mo Lancaster
Parker Gallo
Lindsay White

People v. Kendall
Defense Witnesses

Darian Kendall – Defendant
Robin Avery
Brett Williams
Haley Salazar

People v. Kendall
Legal Authorities

Vehicle Code section 23109

• No person shall engage in any motor vehicle speed contest on a highway.  As used in this section, a motor vehicle speed contest includes a motor vehicle race against another vehicle, a clock, or other timing device.  For purposes of this section, an event in which the time to cover a prescribed route of more than 20 miles is measured, but where the vehicle does not exceed the speed limits, is not a speed contest.

• No person shall aid or abet in any motor vehicle speed contest on any highway…

• No person shall engage in any motor vehicle exhibition of speed on a highway, and no person shall aid or abet in any motor vehicle exhibition of speed on any highway…

Penal Code, Section 192

Manslaughter is the unlawful killing of a human being without malice.  It is of three kinds:

(c) Vehicular –

(1)  …driving a vehicle in the commission of an unlawful act, not amounting to felony, and with gross negligence; or driving a vehicle in the commission of a lawful act which might produce death, in an unlawful manner, and with gross negligence.

(2)  …driving a vehicle in the commission of an unlawful act, not amounting to felony, but without gross negligence; or driving a vehicle in the commission of a lawful act which might produce death, in an unlawful manner, but without gross negligence.

Chapter 20. Caneville Control of Illegal Racing Clubs Ordinance

The City Council of Caneville (“Council”) hereby recognizes that it is the right of every person, regardless of race, color, creed, religion, national origin, gender, age, sexual orientation, or disability to be protected from physical harm caused by the activities of illegal contests or exhibitions of speed.

The Council, finds that the city of Caneville is in a state of crisis as a result of illegal contests of speed, or drag races, on its streets.  Individual teenagers and young adults frequently challenge each other to such contests, in which they disregard posted speed limits thereby endangering the safety of all who use Caneville’s streets.  A more recent phenomenon is the emergence of the racing club. Drag racers affix logos of their particular racing club to their vehicles.  The sight of such a logo on an automobile presents an unspoken challenge to a race. This challenge frequently begins with the simple revving of the engine of a vehicle so identified.  The logos are the equivalent of fighting words that incite illegal exhibitions of speed.  Experts on drag racing testified before the Council that when automobiles sharing the same logo congregate in groups of two or more, their principle purpose is to engage in a drag race or to challenge others to drag race.

These activities present a clear and present danger to public order and safety and are not constitutionally protected.  The Council finds; (1) that there are at least three illegal racing clubs operating within Caneville including the Road Hogz, Comets, and Cheetaz; (2) Each of these clobs have identifiable logos; and (3) the number of drag racing-related deaths and injuries is increasing.  These findings are based on reports that in Caneville there was a racing-related fatality in 2002, and two more in 2003.  In addition, since January 2002 a dozen other people have been injured pareticipating in drag racing either as drivers or as spectators.  Larger and larger crowds have been gathering for the spectacle of drag racing, assembling through word of mouth and attracting individuals and groups from neighboring municipalities.

The Council also finds the following to be effective as a means of deterring dangerous street racing:  (1) prohibition of the placement of known logos of racing clubs upon motor vehicles within city limits; (2) prohibition of the congregation of automobiles for the purpose of illegal street racing within city limits; and (3) impounding of the automobiles used in illegal contests.

It is not, however, the intent of this ordinance to interfere with the exercise of constitutionally protected rights of freedom of expression and association.  The Council hereby recognizes the constitutional right of every citizen to harbor and express beliefs on any lawful subject whatsoever and to lawfully associate with others who share similar beliefs.

Section 1.  Any person whose vehicle bears a visible logo of a known illegal racing club and who, while in that vehicle, knowingly and purposefully congregates with one or more vehicles driven by members of an illegal racing club with knowledge that its members engage in or have engaged in a pattern of driving at speeds in excess of 10 miles per hour over the posted speed limit, shall be punished by imprisonment in the county jail for not less than 30 days nor more than 12 months and by a fine of not less than five hundred dollars nor more than one thousand dollars.

Section 2.  If the vehicle is used by the registered owner in the commission of a violation of Section 1, and the registered owner is convicted of such a violation, the vehicle shall be subject to being impounded at the registered owner’s expense for not less than one day nor more than ninety days.

Section 3.  As used in this chapter: 

(a)  Illegal racing club means any ongoing organization, association or group of two or more persons, whether formal or informal, having as one of its primary activities the commission of a vehicle contest of speed or exhibition of speed in excess of speed limits, having a common identifying logo or symbol, and whose members engage in or have engaged in a pattern of driving at excessive speed.

(b)  Pattern of driving at excessive speeds means that either one person has had two or more convictions of violations involving operating a vehicle in excess of speed limits or that tow or more people have had at tleast one such conviction.  At least one of these offenses must have occurred after the effective date of this chapter, and the last of those offenses must have occurred within two years after a prior offense.

(c)  Logo means any decal or symbol on a vehicle that identifies an illegal racing club.

Officer Quinn Avila
Witness for the Prosecution

My name is Quinn Avila.  I am a police officer in the Caneville Police Department where I have worked for the last six years.  I am 29 years old.

In the last year, there has been an increase in the amount of illegal speed contests, or drag racing, in Caneville.  I know that teenagers sometimes do it for excitement.  I find it unacceptable, however, that so many people are taking such risks with their lives.  The deaths that have resulted have been horrific for the community, and I have personally investigated two of them before the death of Vanessa Foley.  I also directed the task force that investigated the problem, identifying some of the known car clubs around town.  This is how I discovered Vanessa’s club, the Road Hogz, and its logo.  Other clubs, like the Comets, would race against either Vanessa or Mo Lancaster just because they saw the logo on the back of Vanessa’s car.  The logos may be otherwise innocuous, but when placed on a vehicle they take on a symbolic significance, letting other drivers know that the driver intends to drag race.

I knew Vanessa Foley before she died.  I had ticketed her for speeding on Main Street twice since 2002.  I had spoken to many students at the Community College, and they told me that Vanessa was very competitive.  She would challenge people to any kind of race, including mountain bicycling, skateboarding, and driving.  I arrested her at the drag race on April 23, 2004, for participating in an illegal speed contest.  I also know she had been arrested for other illegal speeding incidents.

I did not know of Darian Kendall until April 23, when I saw Darian who was a spectator at an illegal race.  As with many of the spectators that night, I decided not to press charges, but simply to issue warnings.  I counseled Darian about the dangers of street racing and then released Darian.  I hoped that would do the trick to scare Darian away from participating.  However, during my warning, Darian seemed to have an attitude and appeared not to be paying attention to anything I was saying.  Typical of these drag racing kids, they think they know everything.

On May 21, at about 8:00 p.m., I was on patrol in Caneville when a call came in from dispatch about a car accident at Main and Gardner.  In the patrol car, I rushed to the scene.  The fire department had been called, too.  At the scene, I first noticed Vanessa’s car on Brett Williams’ property.  The hood was smoking from the flames that Brett had just doused.  A small crowd of about ten people had formed on the perimeter of Williams’ gas station.  I immediately cordoned off the gas station while the firefighters and paramedics took care of Vanessa.  I questioned the three eyewitnesses to the accident:  Robin Avery, Parker Gallo, and Brett Williams.  From them, I learned that Vanessa’s care had sped out of control into the station and collided with a parked vehicle.  I also leaned from Parker’s statement that Parker had a good line of sight and saw the entire accident.  Parker stated that Vanessa and Darian were racing and that Darian had been speeding from the moment the light turned green.

As I finished taking Parker’s statement, I noticed two people on the northern side of Main Street.  One was sitting on the ground, and the other was standing.  I immediately identified the sitting person as Mo Lancaster, whom I knew to be a frequent drag racer and member of the Road Hogz, one of the racing clubs my department had identified.  I walked toward them, and as I got closer I saw that I also knew the other person standing there.  It was Darian Kendall.

I asked Mo Lancaster if Mo knew anything about the accident.  Mo replied, “There was a race between Darian and Vanessa, but it went all wrong.”  Mo was visibly upset.  Darian immediately began to protest what Mo had said.  I asked Darian where Darian’s vehicle was, and Darian pointed to the Dimension 100.  It was starting to get dark, but I could see that the Dimension 100 had a Road Hogz decal, which furthered my suspicion that Darian had been involved in a race.  When I tried to question Darian, almost immediately I recognized that Darian had the same negative attitude as on the night of April 23, when I caught Darian at the drag race.  On the night of Vanessa’s accident, I could tell from Darian’s body language that Darian really didn’t seem concerned with Vanessa.  I think Darian was more concerned with what happened toVanessa’s car than with Vanessa herself.

I determined that there had been an illegal race.  I then arrested Darian on the spot for violating Vehicle Code Sction 23109(a) and Mo for violating Section 23109(b).  I read them their Miranda rights, frisked them but found nothing, and brought them back to the patrol car.  By that time, another patrol car had arrived.  I completed my investigation by taking all the pertinent measurements of the scene and then took Mo and Darian to the Police Station.

Mo Lancaster
Witness for the Prosecution

My name is Mo Lancaster.  I live ate 789 Woods Avenue in Caneville.  I moved to Caneville from Oregon five years ago and have attended Caneville Community College since September 2003.  I enrolled in the auto-shop class so that I could eventually work as a mechanic to pay my way toward getting a bachelor’s degree.  I have always loved cares and watching races on television.  I am currently on probation from the incident on May 21, as part of my plea agreement for my charge of aiding and abetting an illegal contest of speed under the Vehicle Code Sec. 23109.

I met Vanessa Foley in auto-shop class.  We became friends and shared a lot about our interest in cars and racing..  We knew that there had been a couple of deaths and others had been injured in Caneville recently, but we also knew that at least one of those deaths had been caused by teenagers who drove in from other towns.  We attended professional races once in a while and had a serious interest, but the younger teenagers messed it up for the rest of us.

We formed a car club in September with some others from Caneville and called ourselves the Road Hogz.  It was meant to be funny, and Vanessa even had her brother-in-law design a funny decal for the club.  We wanted to distinguish ourselves and race from time to time.

In the month of October, in fact, I was arrested along with Vanessa and a couple of others for drag racing on a remote road in Caneville.  It seemed unfair, because we deliberately did it outside of the city center and away from anyplace where we would annoy or injure anyone.  The experience convinced us that we had to protest this new ordinance that was being planned, because we were mostly responsible drivers and wanted a legal venue for our races.

I knew Darian Kendall from the auto-shop class.  Darian was more Vanessa’s friend than mine, but I liked to show Darian what I was doing in the class.  I already know a lot about engines and improving the performance of a car.  Darian was interested in cars, but I think was afraid to race at first, until Vanessa and I talked to Darian and said a lot about how much fun racing was.  Darian read about our appeal at the City Council meeting in the newspaper and asked us how to get into racing.  Vanessa thought Darian was a “wannabe” who only got into racing when the newspapers reported about us.  I thought Darian was more serious about racing and explained to Darian that I was available to race anytime.

On February 20, 2004, Vanessa told me that she was going to see if Darian was the kind of person worthy to be a Road Hog.  She drove very fast toward the Heavy Burger with Darian and me as passengers.  Darian was yelling at her to slow down.  At the Heavy Burger, Vanessa was laughing at Darian and telling people that Darian was “freaked out to be going so fast.”  Darian seemed mad about it.  Three days later, on Monday, we saw Darian’s Dimension 100 car at the college parking lot.  There was a Road Hogz decal in the back window.  Vanessa confronted Darian right there and told Darian to take the decal off the car.  Darian got into Vanessa’s face and said, “How can you say that when my car’s faster than your pathetic Stallion X2?”  Things were tense.  Vanessa started laughing again, though, and said that Darian was a “poseur,” a fake.  Darian just walked away.

Later that same day in the auto-shop class, I watched as Vanessa talked about her car’s engine to someone.  Darian walked up to Vanessa and said out loud, “Your car is pathetic!”  Vanessa did not laugh this time, but said to Darian that she was willing to race Darian anytime.  She referred to Darian’s car as a “bougie bucket,” which made people laugh.  Darian said, “You’re all talk.” I do not know what got into Darian to get so mad, but I assume it was the incident of February 20.  Vanessa repeated that Darian was a “fake Road Hog.”

I saw little of Darian until April 23 at the drag race.  It was on the north side of Caneville, again in a remote area.  It was the area, in fact, where we wanted the racetrack built.  Just after Vanessa raced against someone, the police showed up with their sirens blaring.  They started arresting a bunch of people, and it was then that I noticed Darian there.  Darian looked at me and said, “Hey Mo.”  I asked Darian why Darian was there.  Darian replied, “Just to see Vanessa lose.”

It was the next day, I think, when I told Vanessa what Darian had said.  Vanessa concluded that Darian was challenging her to race, which Vanessa was sure she would win.  Vanessa explained, though, that even though her license was being suspended, she would be willing to accept any challenge by Darian to race.  We both wanted Darian to shut up and stop acting so tough. 

The opportunity came on May 21, 2004.  I was in Vanessa’s car as a passenger when we saw Darian and Robin Avery standing around in the campus parking lot.  We drove up to them and Vanessa asked where they were going.  One of them said the Heavy Burger.  Vanessa stopped the car and asked Darian, “How’s the bougie bucket?”  Darian scowled back at her and said, “I’ll be out in front tonight.”  Darian got into the Dimension 100 immediately and was the first to leave the parking lot. Darian left in a hurry, and it was hard for us to keep up.  I saw that as an indication that Darian wanted to race.  I immediately called Parker Gallow on my cell phone and said, “Vanessa’s ready to go!  Get down to Main and Gardner!”

When we pulled up to the Main and Gardner intersection, I could not see Darian because of Robin Avery’s big SUV in the way.  Suddenly, Vanessa pulled the car around and drove up alongside Darian.  Vanessa started to rev the engine.  I rolled down my passenger side window so Vanessa could yell at Darian, whose window was also rolled down.  She yelled, “On your mark, bougie bucket!  You’ll be in our dust!”

Darian pointed at her and yelled, “No way!”  I heard Darian’s motor revving, too.

When the light turned green, I was staring at Darian.  Darian’s car pulled forward, and the front tires smoked a bit.  I heard the tires screech.  Darian was peeling out, and so was Vanessa.  The rest happened very quickly, though, and I wish I could turn back the clock.  The moment Vanessa’s car pulled forward, I felt it swerve to the left.  I started screaming when I saw us heading at full speed toward Brett Williams’ station.  All I remember was a loud crash.  I must have blacked out because the next thing I remember, I was running across Main Street to get away from the car.  I fell to the ground.

I then saw that Vanessa had hit the light pole on the corner of the gas station.  Robin got out of the SUV and ran toward the station.  I do not remember much about the next few moments, but I do remember Darian walking up to me.  I did not really want to speak.  I was in shock.  I think I was crying.  Darian was just staring at the wrecked car when the firefighters and police arrived.  I started yelling, “What are we going to do?”  I had a feeling that Vanessa was dead.  I later found out that I was right.

When Officer Avila approached us by the side of the road, the officer asked me first, “Can you tell me anything about what happened here?”  I replied that Darian and Vanessa were racing.  Darian immediately yelled out that that was a lie.  When I explained to the officer that I was Vanessa’s passenger and knew about the race, I was arrested for aiding and abetting.

I am very sorry now that I did not stop Vanessa from racing Darian that night, and that I did not do more to calm Darian down.  I could just see that Darian would not back down, but neither would Vanessa.  They both were determined to race each other. 

Parker Gallo
Witness for the Prosecution

My name is Parker Gallo.  I live in Caneville at 110 Stock Street. I am inmy second year at Caneville Community College, along with Darian Kendall.  I was also enrolled in the auto-shop class with Darian, Vanessa Foley, and Mo Lancaster.

I was never a drag racer, but I attended almost every race in the last two years, up until January 2004.  I videotaped races so that many of us could have parties and watch the movies of the races. It was fun while it lasted, and I saw Vanessa and Mo at a lot of these races and parties.  I knew Mo better than Vanessa, but I liked to talk to Vanessa sometimes about racing.  I had a dream of being a mechanic at the Indianapolis 500 professional race someday.

Starting in January 2004,  though, I changed my mind about the illegal drag races.  I read in the paper about the City Council’s ordinance, and in an article there were statistics about deaths caused by drag racing in Caneville and in all of the state.  I realized that I could get in trouble, too, just for attending these races.  I had made it into a major university as a transfer student, to begin the following year.  I decided not to jeopardize my future and told myself that I would stay away from the races.

The problem was that I was still in the auto-shop class.  I had to be there with people who talked constantly about drag racing.  On the Monday afternoon of February 23, I heard Darian Kendall and Vanessa Foley yelling at each other in shop class.  It was weird.  They were both angry about something.  I heard Darian yell at Vanessa, “Your car is pathetic!”

Vanessa insulted Darian by calling Darian’s car a “bougie bucket.”  I thought Darian would back down, because I had not seen Darian at any of the races I had attended, except for February 20.  I did not think until then that Darian was a drag racer.

Surprisingly, though, Darian said, “You’re all talk.”  Darian then walked away, and after a moment sat next to me.  We were quiet for a minute, and then Darian said to me, “I’m sick of hearing about Vanessa’s stupid car.”  Darian started to ask me about drag racing.  I suppose Mo or someone must have told Darian that I was enthusiastic about racing and had attended a lot of the local races.  Darian said, “I think my Dimension 100 can beat Vanessa’s piece of junk.”

Over the next few weeks, people in the auto-shop class talked about the “upcoming race” between Darian and Vanessa.  This happened many times.  Whenever Darian was in the room, I would notice Darian smile when people talked about Darian racing against Vanessa.  People asked me to videotape it, but I said I did not do that anymore.

Then, in the evening of May 21, 2004, I was at work at the Heavy Burger.  A couple of students were there from the college.  I recognized them from my classes.  I overheard them talking about a big race that evening between Vanessa and Darian at Main and Gardner.  Many races had occurred at that intersection before, but most drag racers had been using more remote roads since 2003. 

My shift ended at 7:30 p.m., and I stayed around for a little while talking to people.  At about 7:40, I was walking to the parking lot and I got a call on my cell phone from Mo Lancaster.  Mo said, “Vanessa’s ready to go!  Get down to Main and Gardner!”  I then got on my motorcycle.  I rode down an old fire road to the intersection of Main and Gardner.  This fire road started behind the Heavy Burger and went parallel to Main Street for a mile until it opened onto Gardner Avenue, about 40 feet or so north of the intersection with Main Street.  I then went south and parked my bike on the northwest corner of the intersection, across from Brett Williams’ gas station.  It was about 7:50 p.m. and I sat and waited.

About five minutes later, I saw Darian’s Dimension 100 pull up to the red light at the intersection.  Suddenly, Vanessa’s car pulled up next to Darian, in the wrong lane.  I heard the engines revving.  I realized that the race was actually going to happen.

When the light turned green, I saw Darian’s car peel out into the intersection.  Darian’s car appeared to be accelerating very quickly.  I had seen a lot of races over the years, and I can tell when a car is going to speed.

My attention, though, was quickly drawn toward Vanessa’s car.  It was veering toward Brett’s gas station.  For the split second that I noticed Mo’s face.  Mo looked terrified.  I then saw the car collide with the light pole at the station’s corner.  Darian’s car was just to my left, almost right in front of me when Vanessa’s car hit. I then heard screeching from Dariaon slamming on the brakes.

I looked across the street and saw Brett with a fire extinguisher.  I ran over there to see if Vanessa was all right.  Of course, she was not.  She looked badly injured.  It tried to get her out of the car while Brett put out the fire that had broken out.  The door was jammed shut, though.  Neither Brett nor I could do anything.  In the next few minutes, a couple of cars came up Gardner Avenue and stopped by the station.  A small group of onlookers soon were standing around looking at the aftermath of the accident.  The firefighters and police arrived quickly, and I just stood off to the side and answered Officer Avila’s questions when I was asked.

Lindsay White
Witness for the Prosecution

My name is Lindsay White.  I live at 345 Firestone Road in Vacata.  I am 39 years old.  I have a BS in mechanical engineering and am a licensed professional engineer in the state.  I now work for the Falcon County Sheriff’s Department as a supervisor in the Automobile Accident Reconstruction Team (AART).  I was a motor officer for seven years.  I personally investigated hundreds of traffic accidents and took numerous courses in accident reconstruction and automobile dynamics during that period.  I then became a commercial vehicle inspector for three additional years before becoming certified as an accident reconstruction expert and a specialist for AART.

This case presents a situation in which I am not actually analyzing an automobile collision, but rather evidence related to the issue of whether the defendant was “peeling out,” or accelerating very rapidly, on the night in question.  I have had to analyze the evidence from the moment of the defendant’s acceleration from Main and Gardner to the subsequent deceleration further west, past the western end of the intersection.  I also examined the intersection where this accident occurred in June 2004 at the same time of day as the accident.  This intersection had also been frequently used by drag racers.

The evidence leads me to conclude that the defendant’s automobile was accelerating very quickly in a short distance.

Accident reconstruction requires me to look at three general areas to make my conclusions:  the facts, the engineering analysis, and the witness statements.  I look at the facts from the officer’s investigation to see if certain facts here are called into question.  In this case, the defendant’s vehicle was positioned in the westbound lane on Main Street, accelerated when the light turned green, and proceeded west on Main before braking.

The first issue is whether there were any tire marks to indicate that Darian peeled out.  There were a number of sets of tire marks in the westbound lane of the intersection.  None of the marks, however, can be traced with any certainty to any specific vehicle.

There were also no marks at the point of deceleration.  Darian’s car, however, is equipped with and antilock brake system (ABS).  Skid marks from ABS brakes are called wheels-unlocked braking marks and will not resemble typical locked-wheel skid marks.  For one thing, ABS braking marks are fainter than locked-wheel skid marks.  They may have dark edges that can be detected, but I did not detect them in the western crosswalk of Main Street at Gardner when I examined the scene in June of 2004.  This is not uncommon, however, because in more than 60-80 percent of cases, the conditions of the road do not allow ABS braking marks to be visible at all.  I have personally tested many cars with ABS brakes, including the Dimension 100 model, and have yet to find visible marks even when I hit the brakes quickly (or “slam” on the brakes) while the car travels at 40 mph.  Because the absence of braking marks, it is difficult to say for sure, exactly how fast Darian was going at the time the brakes were applied.

The most important issue would be whether Darian reacted quickly or slowly in applying the brakes.  The more a person expects to brake, the faster is their reaction time.  This is the time it takes from perception of a need to brake (like seeing an obstacle in the road) to moving the foot to the brake pedal and stepping on the pedal.  Simply stated, it is the amount of time it takes a driver to process what is happening and then to step on the brakes.  This reaction time can be as little as 0.75 seconds, especially in a young driver like Darian Kendall.

When Darian perceived that Vanessa’s car swerved toward Brett’s station, Darian had already been traveling forward.  According to Parker Gallo’s statement, Darian was to Parker’s left, almost in front of Parker at the moment Vanessa’s car hit the pole.  That impact began Darian’s reaction time.  In 0.75 seconds, Darian traveled about 20 more feet, then hit the brakes, and abruptly came to a full stop about 135 feet from the point of acceleration.

Parker also testified that Parker heard a loud screech after Vanessa’s car hit the pole.  First, this screech would coincide with Darian’s braking.  Second, such a screech indicates that the vehicle was traveling relatively fast.

Darian was not looking over at Vanessa when Darian accelerated, which would have given Darian ample time to gradually apply the brakes.  Instead, Darian has stated that Darian looked down at the accelerator pedal.  Even if that glance at the pedal took only one second, that is enough time for the Dimension 100 to proceed 60 feet, just past the midway point of the intersection.  When Darian then looked up and saw the impact, the reaction time would begin.  In 0.75 seconds, as is expected for a young adult driver like Darian, the application of the brakes at the opposite end of the intersection is accurate.

Parker Gallo’s statement that Darian’s vehicle crossed the intersection quickly would be consistent with a vehicle that is accelerating at maximum velocity.  We measure that velocity from zero to sixty miles per hour.  This model of a Dimension 100 automobile has an eight-cylinder or “V8” engine and can travel from zero to sixty mph in from seven to eight seconds.  Since Darian was nearly in front of Gallo after only a couple of seconds (when the Stallion X2 hit the pole), this shows that Darian was accelerating extremely fast in relation to the distance traveled.

In addition, though it was dusk, the intersection was well lit as there was still some natural light at the time; and the gas station was illuminated with fluorescent lights, so Parker’s observations are reliable.  Importantly, Parker Gallo was only 80 feet from the two cars before they moved forward.  Parker had a good vantage point from which to hear Darian’s engine rev, to hear Darian peel out upon acceleration, and finally to hear Darian’s car screech upon braking.

By contrast, Brett Williams stated that Darian moved off the line slowly.  Brett is much older than Parker Gallo.  It is noted among reconstructionists that the older the observer, the more they tend to underestimate speeds of vehicles.  Also, Williams would have been observing the Dimension 100 in relation to Vanessa’s vehicle, which was speeding toward Williams.  From that angle, Williams would have mentally compared the Dimension 100’s speed to the closer Stallion X2 driven by Vanessa.  Brett would naturally have underestimated Darain’s speed in the mental comparison.

In my expert opinion, Darian Kendall was traveling at a high velocity in relation to the distance the car traveled at the time Vanessa Foley’s vehicle collided with the light pole.

Darian Kendall
Witness for the Defense

My name is Darian Kendall.  I am 20 years old.  I live at 4545 Whitmore Street in Caneville.  I am in my second year at Caneville Community College, where I am enrolled in an auto-shop program.  I hope to study mechanical engineering at a four-year university.

My parents own a market in Caneville, where I have worked since my first summer after ninth grade in high school.  For the last two years, I have also worked part-time there throughout the year.  Around the first of December in 2003, I had saved enough money to buy a car.  It was a used Dimension 100, and I got a good price on it.  Up until that time, I had always walked or used the Caneville bus system.

Having enrolled in the auto class, I really wanted to learn more about how to fix up my car.  I have always liked building and repairing things, especially radios and televisions.  I have been handy at my parents’ store doing odd jobs.  I also needed a car.  I figured that once I learned more in auto-shop, I would be able to do my own car repairs as well.  I have a knack for it.

In the class, I met Vanessa Foley.  I had known of her in high school, but we had different sets of friends.  She talked about racing from the first moment I spoke to her in September of that year.  I had known that around town some kids had been drag racing illegally for a few years.  I was always talking to my friends about the serious problem of racing.  I knew someone who died in a race back in 2002, and it sickened me.  It seemed so pointless to die just for trying to beat someone in a race.  People told me that Vanessa often raced, but I never knew when or where.

I also met Mo Lancaster in the class.  Mo and Vanessa were buddies.  Mo had an uncle who had been a pretty well-known race car driver in the 80s.  Mo bragged a lot about racing people around town and said disparaging things about members of one of the local car clubs who went by the name The Comets.  Mo told me that Mo’s car could outrun any of The Comets.  I started to become curious about these races I had heard so much about but had never seen.  Mo was a very confident person and made racing sound interesting.  I thought Vanessa and Mo were cool people, having gotten to know them.  They were always eager to show me how to do things in class.

I noticed they each had window decals on their cars that said “Road Hogz” and had a picture of a cartoon pig in a hot rod.  Vanessa explained that her brother-in-law custom designed the decal on his computer.  He ran a computer store in town.

I realize now that it was a bad idea for me to want to see a race.  On February 20, I went with Mo and Vanessa to the Heavy Burger, a place just outside of Caneville that had good food and was a cool place for us to go at the end of the week.  Vanessa was driving.  Just past the Gardner intersection on Main, Vanessa sped up the car.  As the Stallion X2’s engine roared, Vanessa said to Darian, “You hear that?  That’s a racing engine!”  We went incredibly fast, and I was afraid Vanessa would lose control of the wheel and we would all end up dead.  I yelled at Vanessa to slow down, but she did not.  I thought she was crazy.  She and Mo told everyone that I was freaked out by the speed of the car, which was true.  Nonetheless, I was embarrassed by how everyone thought I was “freaked out.”

The following Monday, February 23, Vanessa confronted me just before auto-shop class began.  Vanessa said, “You should do something with that bougie bucket of yours.  It can’t race!”  I tried to ignore Vanessa because she was starting to go out of her way to ridicule my car for no apparent reason.

Partly to show I was still cool, and partly to annoy Vanessa and Mo, I went to Vanessa’s brother-in-law at the computer store and asked for him to print up one of those “Road Hogz” window decals for me.  He did, and I paid him $5.00 for it and put it on my car.

One day in auto-shop, I heard Vanessa bragging about how her car club, the Road Hogz, had the fastest cars in Falcon County.  I decided to have a little fun and interrupted her to say that her car was actually not that fast.  I said anyone could push their car to 85 mph, but that did not make the car that amazing.  Her reaction surprised me because she was genuinely angry.  She told me the only thing pathetic was that I had her club’s sticker on my car when I did not have the guts to race.  She demanded that I remove the sticker.  I decided not to remove the sticker, since I had paid for it.  I still wanted to be friends with Vanessa and Mo, but it seemed they no longer cared to be friends with me.

Then on the Friday night of April 23, I was driving to a friend’s house on the north side of Caneville.  On my way there I came upon a large number of people gathered on a side street with their cars.  I was curious what this was about so I pulled over.  I quickly discovered that what I was watching was a race between a couple of the car clubs.  I thought this could be interesting, though now I realize I made a mistake.  A few minutes after the first race, police officers showed up and arrested a couple of people, including Vanessa Foley.  I saw Mo there but did not say anything to Mo.  Officer Avila warned me very seriously not to participate in or watch any more races or else I could serve jail time and pay a fine.  The experience frightened me into staying away from drag races.

For the next few weeks, I stayed away from Vanessa and Mo.  I saw them in class but I did not want to socialize with them.  I wanted to avoid trouble while I was preparing to graduate from the college.  Vanessa warned me repeatedly to remove the sticker from my car window.  I had lost some respect for Mo and Vanessa and felt like defying them, so I left the sticker on my car.

On May 14, 2004, about 7:40 p.m., I met up with my friend Robin Avery at the college parking lot.  We were going to get something to eat.  To my surprise, Vanessa and Mo showed up there, too.  Robin and I planned to caravan to the Heavy Burger, like we often did back then.  Vanessa pointed at me and said, “How’s the bougie bucket?”  I was annoyed by this, but knew that Vanessa was probably still angry that I did not remove that window decal.

I looked over to Robin and said, “I will be out in front tonight.”  I said that because I knew Vanessa was trying to taunt me into racing, so I wanted to make sure I was as far away from Vanessa as possible.  I was afraid that Vanessa would try to speed on the way to the Heavy Burger again.  I was the first to leave the parking lot and was comforted to see that Robin was right behind me as a kind of buffer between Vanessa and me.

When we arrived at Main and Gardner, the light was red.  I stopped, of course.  Seconds later, I saw Vanessa’s car next to mine on the road, facing west in the eastbound lane.  Mo was in the passenger seat and rolled down the window.  Vanessa yelled something at me, but she was also revving her engine, which made it impossible for me to understand what she was saying.  My window was already unrolled, and I yelled back, “What did you say?”  Mo started laughing, and Vanessa gripped the steering wheel.  She appeared angry.  I was confused.  It appeared that Vanessa was determined to race against me, but I had no intention of doing that.

When the light turned green, things got crazy.  My car lurched forward and I knew immediately that it was because the accelerator was stuck again.  I pulled forward, but my accelerator inexplicably got stuck again.  I was looking down at the gas pedal for a second, when in my peripheral vision I saw that something was not right.  I quickly looked to my left to see what Vanessa was doing, and that is when I saw that her car had skidded out of control and was already entering Brett Williams’ gas station area.  I was stunned at what I saw.  Vanessa’s car hit the light pole at the station.  I kept staring as my car moved forward.  I then braked and pulled my car to the side of the road.

The front end of Vanessa’s car was wrapped around the pole and was in flames.  I saw Brett Williams trying to get near the car to pull Vanessa out.  I got out of my car and watched what was happening.  I was scared and could not really move.  Mo managed to escape from the car and ran to my side of the road and fell to the ground.  Mo appeared in shock.  I looked over at Mo and asked, “Are you all right?”  Mo did not say anything.  Mo was shivering while sitting on the ground, so I offered my jacket to Mo.  Mo sat up and started screaming, “What should we do?  What should we do?”  That is when I heard the sirens coming.

The local firefighters arrived, and so did Officer Avila.  I could not speak or move, standing there watching while the firefighters put out the fire at the car.  I do not know how long we stood there.  It could have been five minutes or an hour because everything seemed to blur.

The next thing I knew, Officer Avila was standing in front of us, asking us about what had happened.  At that moment, Mo screamed that Vanessa and I had been racing just before she crashed.  I said that was not true.  I told the officer that Mo was hysterical and jumping to conclusions.  Officer Avila then asked me where my car was.  I pointed to my Dimension 100.

The officer asked me about how fast I had been going before I stopped.  I said I was not sure, because while driving my attention was turned toward the gas station and I did not look at the speedometer.  I was in shock when I stopped the car.  I told the officer I did not remember exactly all that had happened.

Officer Avila then told me this had been a race, and that the officer had to place me under arrest for an illegal contest of speed.  I did not know what to do, but I said I would cooperate.  Office Avila arrested both Mo and me and walked us back to the patrol car.

Robin Avery
Witness for the Defense

My name is Robin Avery.  I am 20 years old.  I live at 464 Daytona Street in Caneville.  I am in my second year at Caneville Community College.  I was a social acquaintance of Mo Lancaster and Vanessa Foley and a friend of Darian Kendall.  I never really liked Mo or Vanessa.  They seemed to be a bad influence on Darian.  I only hung around them because of Darian.

Frequently, Darian, myself, and others would caravan in our cars over to the Heavy Burger.  It was convenient for us to do this, since many of us would go our separate ways after eating there, to this party or that.  I would drive myself there and often go on to my parents’ house in Vacata.

I was not involved in the auto-shop class, but I had attended the race on April 23, 2004 when some people were arrested.  The police gave us a stern warning and then ordered us to disperse.  In knew that that was scary for Darian.  Darian had no criminal record, and was worried about the rest of Darian’s family finding out about it.  Darian told me that Darian would not get involved in racing. 

That same night, I asked Darian about that decal on the window of Darian’s car.  I thought it was silly for Darian to keep it.  Darian explained that it irritated Vanessa, and that gave Darian a sense of satisfaction.  They had some kind of mutual dislike for each other, and Darian knew that Vanessa’s source of pride was in racing and “souping up” automobiles.  Darian liked the idea that the decal meant nothing to Darian, but meant everything to Vanessa.  “It’s so easy to make her mad,” Darian said, “Just diss her car and she starts fuming.”  I still thought Darian was being ridiculous, but I never expected that Vanessa would take Darian seriously.  “I just think I’ll try to stay way from her,” Darian finally said to me, “She’s out of control.”

On the evening of May 21, 2004, I arranged with Darian to meet after studying for finals at the college.  We would meet at about 7:40 p.m. in the same parking lot we always met at before caravanning over to the Heavy Burger.  We met as scheduled, and just before we headed out to Main Street, another car pulled up.  Its engine was roaring, and I was surprised to see Vanessa and Mo in Vanessa’s Stallion X2.  We had not seen them around for weeks.

Darian and I looked at each other.  Then I saw Darian shrug.  Vanessa called out to Darian, saying, “How’s the bougie bucket?”  Darian looked back over at me and rolled his/her eyes.

Darian also said to me, “I’ll be out in front tonight.”  I said, “Okay.”  I thought the statement was a little odd because I usually drove in front, but I really didn’t think too much about it.

Darian then walked quickly back to the Dimension 100, got in, and drove toward Main Street.  I pulled up behind Darian, and Vanessa drove behind me.  Vanessa tailgated me most of the way.  It was not clear to me that Vanessa and Mo were invited to come along with us, especially since Vanessa was driving so erratically.

When we pulled up to the intersection of Main and Gardner at about 7:55 p.m., I saw Vanessa pull the Stallion X2 next to Darian’s car.  Mo unrolled the passenger window of the Stallion X2.  I saw Vanessa lean over and yell something at Darian.  Darian yelled something back.  I saw Darian shrug again.

When the light turned green, Darian seemed to lurch forward a little bit, but then proceeded forward.  I was about to step on my gas pedal, but kept my foot on the brake when I saw the Stallion X2 go off at a high speed toward the gas station.  I heard screeching sounds and saw the Stallion X2 hit the light pole.  I glanced in front of me to see where Darian was and saw Darain’s car about halfway across the intersection, moving forward and away from me.

I jumped out of the SUV and ran toward the gas station.  I saw Brett Williams there.  I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911.  After a few minutes, the firefighters and police arrived.  I stayed and answered questions from Officer Avila.  I saw what Vanessa looked like when they finally pulled her out of the Stallion X2.  It was horrible.

Brett Williams
Witness for the Defense

My name is Brett Williams.  I am 60 years old.  I live with my family at 29 Gardner Avenue, about half a mile south of the auto-service station that I have owned for the past fifteen years.  I have built the business up over the years, and that has required working many late nights.  It is the last service station, let alone the last building, you will see as you travel west along Main Street toward the Heavy Burger.

I have known Darian Kendall for fifteen years, as long as I have owned the service station.  Darian’s parents bring their cars to me for repairs from time to time.  I remember about May 14, 2004, I received a phone call in the late afternoon.  It was Darian Kendall.  Darian explained that the gas pedal of Darian’s Dimension 100 had gotten stuck at an intersection and made the car jerk forward when Darian accelerated.  Darian explained that it made the car skit a bit.  I was about ready to head out of town for the weekend.  I explained this to Darian and said that Darian should just bring the car by the service station the following Monday morning.  I did not hear from Darian, and frankly I had forgotten about the problem until I saw Darian a week later at the scene of the accident at my shop. 

On that night of May 21, I had turned on the station lights and was outside the shop, fixing a door hinge on the western wall of the main building.  A few minutes before 8:00 p.m., I walked around to the front of the building to get some other tools.  At that moment, I heard revving noises coming from the direction of the intersection.  I looked over and saw someone in the car nearest to me, facing the intersection, because her car was in the wrong lane.

I recognized Darian Kendall in the Dimension 100 next to Vanessa’s car.  Darian had a confused facial expression.  The light turned green and the cars moved forward.  Darian’s car moved slowly.  My attention, though, was drawn to the car Vanessa was driving because it took off so fast.  The front of that car was ahead of Darian’s, but almost immediately it was headed for my station.  I quickly jumped back.

The car Vanessa was driving crashed right into the light pole that was at my station.  I froze for a second, though it felt like an hour.  When I saw the flames burst from under the crushed hood of the car, I ran into the station to grab my fire extinguisher.  Then Parker Gallo ran up to me.

With the fire extinguisher, I ran to the burning car.  I put out the flames pretty quickly, but I could see that Foley was pinned between the steering column and the seat of the car.  The door was crushed, too, in such a way that I could not pull it open.  Gallo tried, too.  I ran back inside and called 911.  Apparently, someone had already called 911 about this accident.  I felt helpless.  All I could do was wait.  The few minutes before the police and firefighters arrived again felt like hours.  During those minutes, I saw Darian Kendall and someone else off to the side of the road.  It may seem trivial in hindsight, but at that moment I thought about Darian’s phone call to me a week before.  I guess I was in shock to be thinking about something so trivial at the time.

Haley Salazar
Witness for the Defense

My name is Haley Salazar.  I am 50 years old.  I live at 999 Michelin Way in Vacata.  I worked for 10 years in Detroit, Michigan, as a mechanical engineer and then as a consultant for many major automobile manufacturers.  In 1990, I was certified as an accident reconstructionist in Michigan.  I moved to Vacata where I was again certified.  I am also a licensed professional engineer in California.  I worked in an accident reconstruction firm until 1995, at which time I founded my own firm, Salazar Associates, where I presently work.

To reconstruct the accident, I use the facts, engineering analysis, and witness statements.  Often, reconstructionists are unable to examine the scene directly after an accident, but the record, properly gathered, will suffice.  Here, such a proper record exists.  I also examined the scene in June 2004 at the same time of day as the accident in question.

In this case, many facts are not called into question.  The intersection was 80 feet wide including a 10-foot wide crosswalk on each side running north to south.  The defendant’s Dimension 100 with an eight-cylinder engine and the decedent’s Stallion X2 were side-by-side facing west on Main Street at the intersection with Gardner.  Vanessa Foley’s vehicle accelerated rapidly in a southerly direction toward Brett Williams’ station due to driver error.  Darian Kendall applied the brakes of the Dimension 100 at some point past the midway point of the intersection and came to a full stop approximately 100 feet west of the eastern end of the intersection.  The road was dry at the time.

Though there were numerous tire marks in the intersection, none of them was identifieable or traceable to any particular vehicle.  This was, after all, a popular spot for exhibitions of speed prior to May 21, 2004.

Another issue is the wheels-unlocked-braking marks.  No such marks were visible at the scene.  The lack of brake marks, however, indicates that Darian was not traveling fast enough to create them.  Had Darian traveled fast and then quickly slammed on the brakes, there would have been faint striations as braking marks.

Regardless of tire marks, the Dimension 100 did not travel very fast in relation to the distance traveled.  In Darian’s moment of alarm from seeing what happened to Vanessa, Darian’s attention was distracted.  Darian stated this.  In such a situation, Darian looked over at Vanessa and not at the road.  In the shock, Darian may not have pressed fully on the accelerator, or could have applied the brakes more than once, giving the impression Darian had been accelerating rapidly and “slammed” the brakes (i.e. stepped down hard on the pedal).  It would not be hard for the tires to screech even if Darian was traveling at a slow speed.

The crucial issue is really whether Darian could have reacted as quickly in stopping as Darian did if, indeed, Darian was racing.  From Robin Avery’s statement, Darian was about half way through the intersection when the Stallion X2 collided with the pole.  Darian’s reaction to the collision would have begun at that point.  Darian may have already traveled approximately 60 feet and could have taken more than a second to react to the impact of the Stallion X2.  By the end of that third second of travel, Darian would have moved Darian’s foot over to the brake pedal and then applied the brakes.  After that, the vehicle would have rolled to a stop approximately 55 feet west of the intersection by the side of Main Street, as we see in these facts. 

It is clear, too, that it could even have taken Darian as much as a second and a half to react to what happened to Vanessa’s car.  Darian stated that “things got crazy” immediately when the light turned green.  Darian looked down for maybe a second or less.  Furthermore, Darian said that Darian then looked over at Vanessa’s car as it entered the gas station area, before the impact.  In that case, not only was Darian’s reaction slower, but Darian could not have been accelerating very fast before applying the brakes at the opposite end of the intersection.  People generally have shorter reaction times when they expect to brake.  Darian, however, did not expect Vanessa to swerve out of control, so Darian’s reaction time would be slower.  Robin Avery’s statement corroborates this, since Robin stated that Darian was only about halfway across the intersection at the moment of impact.

Finally, in looking at the witness statements, an important factor must be taken into consideration.  Parker Gallow said that Darian’s car appeared to move slowly off the line.  A number of factors play into judging speeds of vehicles, such as the structure fo the surroundings and background, the direction of motion relative to the observer, and the lighting of the area.  Here, Parker may have judged Darian’s vehicle to be moving faster than it was really traveling due to the excitement of seeing it head westward directly toward Parker.  Parker also heard revving noises, but that was definitely coming from Vanessa’s Stallion X2, as corroborated by Mo Lancaster, who said that Vanessa started to rev the Stallion X2’s engine.