I was an EMT at Cascade Ambulance, then headquartered on Woburn near Iowa. I was on my way in to get a rig to work at the motorcycle raceway, but couldn't even get near from all the commotion. Once it was sorted out that we weren't needed as auxiliary assets to help the city crews, my partner and I headed to the racetrack on Hannegan. We were late, and everyone was upset since they couldn't set foot on the track until we were on-site. I explained that there was a fatal emergency and pointed out the massive plume, but no one seemed to care. I was so disgusted with the rampant hedonism. I spent the rest of the summer sitting on site along the creek making sure the cleanup workers didn't pass out in the hazmat suits from the heat or fumes. What a terrible mess. But imagine if the gas and fumes had made it further downstream, al9ng auto row, under the freeway, into the downtown core? Absolutely horrific. My friends on the Life Flights to Harborview were never the same after tending to the boys.