Back in the early 2000s I was on a tram travelling down Victoria Street. The tram was at the intersection of Punt Road/Hoddle Street travelling east to Richmond waiting for a signal to cross that notorious intersection. A number of cars had blocked the intersection so, much to everyone's surprise, the tram driver got on the public announcement system, which could be heard externally, and charismatically said to the congested traffic, 'Now, how am I supposed to get through there?' A very fond memory in Melbourne traffic.
About 25 years ago I was travelling north up Punt Rd. I was stopped at Toorak Rd by a red light. I was the first car at the lights so could see eastbound down Toorak Rd. The traffic was heavy and a steady stream of cars crossed Punt Rd. Three cars entered the intersection: a sedan, a station wagon and a ute. The ute had some carry bars on it, to hold a large amount of timber above the driver’s cab and the tray – probably a builder’s or carpenter’s vehicle.
The sedan came to a halt immediately after crossing Punt Rd. The station wagon didn't notice at first so had to brake suddenly. This forced the ute, immediately behind it, to also brake suddenly. At this point, the load of timber on the carry bars, all strapped together, slid forward off the ute and straight through the back window of the station wagon.
I will always remember the look on the station wagon driver’s face as he got out of the car to inspect the load of timber now sticking out of his car. It was one of utter disbelief. The length of the wood meant that although it had slid forward, it was still resting on the front carry bar of the ute, so the two vehicles were now joined together by the shared load of timber.
At that point my light turned green and I continued on my way, though the south bound lanes were now blocked.
I live just off Hoddle Street in Collingwood. I get the bus to work every morning, just near the Johnston/Hoddle intersection.
One morning, in peak hour, a man maybe a minute ahead of me had gone to cross the road – but an articulated truck had misjudged the gap and had come to a stop with a significant part of its body sitting in the intersection. The man, presumably feeling secure because he had the pedestrian light in his favour, chose to step over the vehicle's pivoting joint instead of going around the truck and into oncoming traffic. But the truck driver, unable to see the man, had stepped on the gas as soon as there was space for him to do so. The man, caught between carriages, died instantly.
I didn't see this occur – I read about it later in the incident report – but when I arrived at the intersection, Emergency Services hadn't yet had time to clear the scene or even cover the body. So I, along with other people at the bus stop, had to wait next a dead body.