While driving towards Richmond, on your right, there's a junk yard for crashed cars. It can be only noticed in a blink of an eye when driving and paying attention to traffic on the bridge. But once you cross it as a pedestrian, the story looks way differently. In a new situation you have a great chance to see more, much more.
Apart from the fact that the bridge itself shakes under your feet due to heavy traffic of heavy trucks and regular cars, you have much more time to look downward and see this specific cemetery of vehicles that ended up here due to varied accidents.
Once the proud product of companies that made them for their proud owners who paid a lot of money to present themselves well inside of them all and demonstrate their material and social status for family and friends, now they are only remnants of their past gone glory days. All of them came here to be simply written off. From the height of the bridge some of them look in pretty good condition, tempting for a challenge to fix and use again. Many of them will for sure serve as parts supply for still good and usable cars.
Some of them were burning and their burnt bodies and tires attest to dire straits they had experienced in the last moments of life. Some of them seem still bleeding with either oil spills, transmission fluids or engine coolants - their numbered graves in the parking lots are marked with these spills, clearly seen from above. It's an inevitable thought that comes to mind that they are like people who sooner or later end up in the same way.
Another thought that pops up in mind is how many people suffered when all these accidents happened, how many of them ended up in hospitals, how many got disabled and how many, along with the cars, ended up in similar cemetery when being killed and written off from real life. Every one of the junkers on this parking lot is a sign of a single tragedy that happened.
Neil Young's famous lyrics "Long may you run" don't really go well with what's on this place that one may drive by every day and hardly ever see this all but get the whole lot of different emotions and thoughts when crossing the Queensborough bridge to New Westminster on foot.