As regards scenario 2 above, no, I am not suggesting that the other black car on top of the bridge (decoy cab) was "hit" by a lightpole.
I see the scratch in the road surface ending at the corner of the pole base (Ingersoll photo above) as an indication that this pole had been previously laid beside the concrete barrier, then dragged across the road by the 2 occupants in that car after it made a speccy skid stop, and its lighter top end quickly laid (harmlessly) across the top of the car during the shock-horror moments after the explosion.
That is how Yvette Buzard described it, as laying on top of a cab, not inside the windshield.
She plays fast and loose with the highway designations, as so many Arlingtonians do.
From the verbal descriptions and chronology of what she saw,
and the fact that the fireball was facing Route 27, not I-395 as she wrote,
plus the fact that there was no southbound traffic at the time,
and no concrete trucks at all on photos or videos,
but there was a big white septic pumping truck going northbound (Ingersoll photo),
and that she saw a pole ON TOP of a cab, not IN it -
- I can only deduce that she was going north up Route 27 from I-395, towards the bridge, when she saw the fireball.
However she did not see a plane at all, which is another strike against the plane flying across the bridge.
pp. 10, 11 THEN CAME THE FIRE
Yvette Buzard, an Acuent contractor in the Office of the Director of Information Systems for Command, Control, Communications, and Computers. She submitted the following account of her experiences to the U.S. Army Center of Military History on 8 April 2002.
On September 11th, at 9:38 I was going up the ramp onto [Route] 27 from [Route] 110, which is my normal route to work. All of a sudden there was a huge ball of flames that went up into the sky behind the row of trees that lines the exit and blocks the view Pentagon. There was a cement truck in front of me who jammed his brakes and skidded out of control and slammed into the guardrail. He was very shaken and confused as to what he just saw. I pulled up next to him to ensure that he was okay.
After confirming that he was indeed okay, I ventured forward warily to see what had happened. When I saw the ball of flames, I figured it was either an explosion from an overturned fuel truck or possibly a gas pump from a gas station had exploded.
I was not prepared for what I was about to see. The side of the Pentagon facing 395 [sic] was blackened and windows were blown out. There was a small fire on the ground near the heliport pads. At first I thought that a helicopter had crashed either landing or taking off.
There was a large light pole laying across 395 [sic] on top of a cab car and there was debris on the road.
There was an SUV [sport utility vehicle] that had run into another car.
Everyone appeared okay, they were out of their vehicles and on the side of the road. There were people streaming out of the Pentagon very quickly—the scene reminded me of when in the movies rats are shown escaping out of a flooded sewer system in the city.
Pedestrians were abandoning their cars on northbound 395 [sic] and running across the southbound lanes heading for shelter. There were still other pedestrians who stepped out of their cars staring in disbelief at the Pentagon, hugging each other.
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