Update-y: Your literal, analytical type thinking on where this puts Leach.
OH, THAT DETESTABLE MISTER LEACH! Seriously, Fearless Leader Swindle just needs to stay the blue fuck out of his car (or keep driving, depending on how fond you are of the Big XII's continued spiral into Flowers In The Attic territory), because every time he hits an interstate, something like this happens. Updates over at the mothership throughout the night as events warrant, and much more Dickensian chit-chat here tomorrow.
Yarrrr,
The Management