The crash people seemed to be ok, so we crossed the cursed street, hoping the crop circles didn't have us in its sights.  We ventured slowly out into the mysterious wheat field, to feel the force from the otherly world, and get us one step closer to dinner in Napa.  Somehow the teenagers, I mean the aliens from another realm, left an introductory path into the crop circles for all to get a closer look.  Actually the aliens knew that Americans are used to being on the right side, so there were two lanes going into the wheat field, we took the path to our right.  Apparently the aliens were proficient in matters of the DMV.  We were scared, but it was just wheat.  "It's just wheat", famous last words.

Honk if you love aliens