Airbags Rock

My nephew was in an accident early this morning, and is okay. (I told my sis in law that next time she calls abut this kind of thing, to say that "he's okay" immediately after saying "I need to tell you what happened to B.) Anyway, he was working at his second job, got off at 2 am, went home to feed his cats and grab some stuff, then headed over to his mom and step dad's. He was heading east on 66th Street at Lyndale, when some moron on a cell phone, driving way too fast, T-boned him in the intersection. Fortunately there were witnesses who saw the guy run the red and saw that he was on his phone. I will confess I occasionally talk on my phone when I'm driving, but I still pay attention to my driving and what's going on around me.
The guy claimed he wasn't going "too fast", but having seen pictures of my nephew's pickup, a 4x4, extended cab, with the BENT FRAME, I would have to call him either a liar, or totally delusional. That, and the fact that the guys engine almost entered his passenger compartment, would tend to prove that he was going a TAD too fast.
I am not amused. I am quite fond of my nephew, and enjoy being his aunt. This clown (a euphemism for what I'd really like to call him) could really have messed that up. Poor B is pretty battered up and sore, and will probably be shaking airbag dust out of his hair for awhile. But he's okay. Which is what matters in the end.