On Friday, the mailbox (and a reflector on the far side of the satellite dish) got obliterated by an erratic driver. He or she missed the receiver on the satellite dish by inches or less. The car missed the far neighbor’s mailbox by a similarly minuscule distance as well.
It happened at 6:15 am, so I think it was unlikely to have been caused by drunk driving or falling asleep at the wheel. I think the most likely cause was texting.
A ten inch piece of red bumper was left behind. I hope there’s a nice big dent in the hood and a spider-web break in the windshield, too.
here’s to impatient assholes
i’ve been watching this repeatedly for the last 3 minutes and it’s still perfect
let’s have a toast to the douche bags
Beautiful. Just perfect.
Poetic. I would beauty pageant wave as I drove by.
Instant Car-ma ;)
I bet the douchebag was on the phone at the time, telling someone about all the losers in the other lanes.
This just happened on our street. The driver seemed fine, but kept saying, “Aw, c’mon man” when I tried to leave, and wanted to shake my hand. I think he was a little loopy.
That break in the windshield might have been from his head. The airbag deployed, but if he wasn’t wearing his seatbelt, he could have slipped to the side. The police came while I was still in the bizarre handshake standoff.
He extended his hand again, making sure it was in the shadow of his body from the police car’s spotlight and said, “C’mon, they won’t see.” So I acquiesced and shook it.
He didn’t hand me drugs or anything, dammit.
What kind of numbskull does this to his car?
This concave building in London concentrates sunlight like a magnifying glass and melts cars in its beam.
In their defence, the architects never considered that there might be a sunny day in London.
Today was the first hot day of the season, which apparently made people drive like maniacs. I mean seriously, they were CA-RAY-ZEE!
I’m sure the craziness is why this accident happened.
This is the haunting sight of a ‘car graveyard’ nestled in a Belgian forest, where vintage motors sit rusting among the fronds.
The old-fashioned vehicles are thought to have been left in the wood near the village of Chatillon by U.S. soldiers who were stationed in southern Belgium during World War II.
When the war ended, military troops were sent home, but could not afford to ship the cars they had bought and hid them in the forest.