By on May 15, 2017

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It came out of nowhere — abruptly, suddenly, and violently — like an action scene in a Martin Scorsese movie. A deafening bang drowned out the music on my radio and rattled my one good eardrum. This was followed by an explosion of green leaves, a savage hammering of the brake pedal, and a lot of creative swearing.

Someone had thrown a damn cabbage at my car.

Only thing is, it wasn’t my car. I had just gotten a new demo from the dealership — a full-sized sedan as a reward for making the company an obscene amount of money on a string of Very Profitable Deals. Come to think of it, the Dealer Principal should’ve given me a truck. No matter. At least I was out of the compact car that smelled like Keith Richard’s ashtray.

It was a Saturday evening and I was driving through town on my way to see some long-forgotten girl. As I goosed the throttle to make it up the hill just past the sporting goods store, that cabbage struck the top corner of the windshield and exploded into what seemed like a million leafy greens. In retrospect, I was lucky. Cabbages are dense; a broadside strike amidships would’ve left quite the dent. Good thing the miscreants were poor shots.

Without thinking, I cranked the wheel to the right and gave chase. Reaching the sidewalk, I hove the car in Park, jumped out, and tore after them on foot. Yes, this was a bad idea and no, I wasn’t thinking. My 6’6” frame is a deterrent to most troublemakers but not all of them. Fortunately, this was about 15 years ago when crime was so nonexistent in our capital city that the police had only recently started carrying guns.

I chased the young skeets to a townhouse and watched them vault inside the place like Sergey Bubka while slamming the front door. Naturally, I marched up and pounded on that door, demanding a pound of flesh (or a cabbage to throw back at them, if I remember my diatribe correctly). The woman who answered the door said she was in charge of the skeets, looked at me plaintively, and promised they would be dealt with. She probably gave them more cabbages.

What’s the weirdest thing ever to hit your car? Almost everyone has a story, whether it was an errant piece of trash, an act of malice, or some roadkill you vaporized on the way to the cottage. What’s yours?

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103 Comments on “QOTD: What Strange Object Made a Sudden Impact With Your Ride?...”


  • avatar
    Chris Tonn

    Back when the Miata was more than a rusty blue shelf in my garage, I had one particularly bad day where I had a lit cigarette flicked from the car ahead into my face.

    A few miles later, a bird crapped on my head while I was parked.

    • 0 avatar
      Chris Tonn

      Actually, neither technically impacted the car.

      So I have a better one.

      I was 16, driving to a family party for Easter. I ran over a rabbit. Told my younger cousins that I hit the Easter bunny.

      They still hate me.

  • avatar

    I was almost hit by a boat on the highway. I was passing a truck towing about an 18ft ski boat. As I was passing and pulled even with the truck I looked in my rear view mirror to see the boat was now behind me.

    The trailer went into the median and the boat flew forward off the trailer on impact with the culvert and across both lanes of oncoming traffic. It managed to miss everyone. My guess is he didn’t lock the trailer onto the hitch ball and he didn’t have his safety chains secured.

    That would have been an interesting insurance claim had it hit me.

    “Yes, I would like to report a claim, I was hit by a boat driving home from work today”

  • avatar
    dividebytube

    A few years ago I was driving my 2001 Honda Accord V6 Coupe (oh that automatic, how I hated it so!) through wall-to-wall rush hour traffic in Cincinnati. We were returning from a family trip in Kentucky, angling eastward to visit some friends in Cleveland.

    There was a truck a few car lengths in front of me, one with a commercial bed filled with odds and ends. A piece of metal, some 4-5 feet long popped out of the back, hit the pavement with enough force that it jumped into the air. I couldn’t go left, I couldn’t go right – not with all the traffic – so I could only hit the brakes and watch as the length of metal (it looked like a signpost?) came back down to earth. I thought it was going to hit my windshield and me! but instead the bar landed in the road right in front of the car. One second later, I drove right over it.

    I thought my tires would go flat, or I had damaged the front end. But when I stopped at the next rest area, I couldn’t find anything wrong. I checked the pressure on the tires – which were all good – and then proceeded to let my wife drive the rest of the way. I needed some time to get the heart rate back to normal levels.

  • avatar
    PrincipalDan

    Interesting question. I’ll be getting a quote here shortly to replace the windshield on my Highlander. It’s been cracked far too long but there’s so much debris out here I hate to get it replaced and see it get cracked the next week.

    Winter in 2015-2016 the windshield was hit by a chunk of tire flying off a big rig – smack right in front of my face and made a nice crack from there up to the edge of the windshield. Everything else was rock chips until my defroster/heated wiper channel made those chips join together in a crack going from A pillar to A pillar across the lowest quadrant of the window.

    The scariest is when some jackass threw a tennis ball at my old Celebrity back in my college days in Ohio. Happened on a state highway at night and left a nice scuff in the rusty driver’s side door. Where’s those famous Ohio Highway Patrol when you need them?

  • avatar
    Arthur Dailey

    Driving my 1982, 5-speed Honda Civic along Highway 401 in Toronto.

    One lane inside me and just ahead was a tow truck, towing a car. A brake drum ‘flew’ off the car being towed and crashed right into my windshield, right in front of me. Luckily when it hit it was ‘flush/flat’ rather than on end. Shattered the windshield, but I was OK and managed to get over to the shoulder without incident.

  • avatar
    kvndoom

    You were holding all the cards. You knew where they lived… AND they didn’t even know who you were.

    My fifteen-year-ago self would not have hesitated to give them their cabbage back, by way of living room window, at 2AM the next morning.

  • avatar
    1998S90

    Driving up Lake Hefner road in Oklahoma City in my father in law’s pickup. Instead of hitting golf balls perpendicular and away from the road, a man was hitting them parallel and next to the road. He sliced one and it hit my windshield. Thankfully, one of the wiper blades absorbed most of the impact, but it still sent shards of glass into the cab. It all ended very well. His insurance company replaced my glass the next day.

  • avatar
    Silent Ricochet

    A 20oz bottle of orange soda.

    I was maybe 20 years old and driving home from my crappy retail job. It was late, maybe 1 AM, and the roads were deserted in my small town. Of course I get stuck behind the one other person out on the road at the time driving well below the speed limit. We pulled up to an intersection where you can only make a left or right turn. I had to go right. The van in front of me sat at the stop sign for nearly 10 seconds, no signal, nothing. I has a half mile from my house, which was a straight shot. Being impatient and just wanting to get home, I laid on my horn. The van lurched forward for a second then stopped, a teenager popped out of the passenger side window, hand in the air like I’m the one doing something wrong. Luckily, the road has a really wide shoulder, so I slammed my Cavalier into first gear and ripped right passed the van, chirped second, and I was off. The van followed. I floored it through third and half way into fourth, doing more than double the speed limit and my house was fast approaching. The van couldn’t keep up, so thinking that the situation was more or less over, I slowed down. I had to make a left hand turn to turn into my driveway and an oncoming car ensured I had to make a full stop. I should’ve just kept going but I didn’t, I waited. By that time, the van had nearly caught up to me, and as I entered my driveway, I was startled with a loud bang from the rear of my car. I looked in my rear view, and to see the van slowly driving past me. I figured they had thrown something. I should’ve given chase, but I was just wanted to sleep. I stopped, got out, watching the van speed off, and assessed the rear of my car. Nothing but a scuff on my tail light, which came off immediately after the next car wash. I looked around on the ground to see what had made so much noise but created no damage. A bottle of unopened Sunkist orange soda. lol. I kind of regret not chasing them but I think that was enough stupidity for one night.

    • 0 avatar
      JimZ

      a while ago while riding my bike, a carload of teenagers passed me by and one of the little sacks of sh!t chucked a half-full Big Gulp at me.

      teenagers are why I don’t and won’t have kids.

      • 0 avatar
        PrincipalDan

        @JimZ – I think they had been watching too many episodes of Glee.

        During the summer when school was out the incidents of graffiti went way up in my old neighborhood. My ex-wife would say: “Looks like it’s time for school to start again.”

        • 0 avatar
          JimZ

          this pre-dates Glee. teenage guys are just unrepentant jerks. some of them continue to brag about that into adulthood.

          • 0 avatar
            Geekcarlover

            1983, when I was in highschool, a couple of guys decided to use me, or my motorcycle, as target practice. I didn’t see the cup until it was going passed me. Ice and soda exploded on the car in another lane. In one of the few times things worked in my favor during school, it was an off duty cop. Launching a projectile/missile at an occupied vehicle is apparently a serious offense in the state of Florida. I don’t know what happened to them legally, but the guy driving took the bus to school for the next two years.

    • 0 avatar
      TMA1

      Who drank the soda?

      • 0 avatar
        Silent Ricochet

        It bounced off my trunk, rolled across the street and nestled itself in a street drain below the corner street light. It’s the only reason I saw it. When I woke up the next morning, it was gone.

        So either a street sweeper drank it, or a kid waiting for the school bus did.

  • avatar
    Detroit-Iron

    Driving in Portland a 2×4 fell or was thrown off an overpass and hit the windshield square. Lucky we didn’t die.

  • avatar
    DevilsRotary86

    Two good ones.

    First, driving a Miata on LBJ in Dallas and I heard a loud crack and then it felt like I got punched in the left shoulder. I absolutely could not find what it was and the car was in OK shape so I drove on. A couple months later I found a small (~1/4″) brass colored acorn nut. Not the sort you would find on a car but rather as a decorative nut for furniture or the like. I looked everywhere through the interior and could not find a missing thread that it could belong to. I am pretty sure that was my mystery projectile. I think it hit somewhere around the driver side mirror and bounced into my left shoulder.

    Next, while riding a Kawasaki Ninja 250R somewhere in rural Texas while wearing full gear (boots, pants, jacket, gloves, helmet, even a balaclava). Felt a hard slap on my right breast then looked down to see a very stunned yellow jacket wasp crawling on top of the fairing. I simply reached down and brushed him off, wishing him the best.

  • avatar

    Shelving contents in my garage collapsed onto my 2002 M3. Falling contents in Rubbermaid containers fell into the back dash, and back seat via “in-fenestration” i.e. in through the windshield.
    Unfortunately, the hard-falling items: milk crates with a brake booster, and an old 882 Digidesign A/D D/A converter dented the rear quarter panels of the car. Had to do a comprehensive claim with Liberty Mutual fortunately, our deductible is only $250.

    Bad timing, as this happened while I was rebuilding the notoriously fail prone VANOS unit—so the car had been down for a month, as I was taking my time with the job and of course waiting for special tools…in fact, their tagline should read: “BMW…it takes a special type of tool”

  • avatar
    kcflyer

    I once had a rabbit fall from the sky and bounce off my hood. Seriously, I was driving a 4WD Case IH tractor pulling a 50 foot wide sweep plow. The hawks would circle overhead since I was constantly scaring up small game. So they would occasionally get a rabbit. The normal course of action was to swoop down, grab the rabbit then lift it into the air as high as they could then drop it to knock it out. Well the odds finally caught up with me when one of the hawks let go when he was directly overhead. The rabbit bounced off the hood, went under the right rear set of tires, then got tenderized by the “pickers” on the back of the sweep plow. Took a while for my pulse to return to normal. I like to think the hawk did it on purpose to scare the crap out of me and also tenderized his lunch.

  • avatar
    e30gator

    A whole family of raccoons ran out in front of my car, a momma coon and about 5 babies. I mowed them down and my friend and I pulled over to check for damage and see what we’d hit. An older women in Subaru witnessed the coontastrophy and stopped as well.

    It turned out that I’d only killed 2-3 of them and the rest had come back to mourn over their fallen brethren, when all of a sudden, another car flew over the crest of the bridge and took the rest of the family out right in front of us. The three of us stood on the side of roadway in shock and awe.

    The women who’d stopped started freaking out and yelling at the other driver who’d kept on going. My friend and I bit our lips, got back into the car and almost shat ourselves from laughter (at the Final Destination-like scenario that’d just unfolded, not the dead raccoons). RIP little buddies.

    • 0 avatar
      pb35

      Back in the 80s when me and my wife were dating, an armadillo ran out in front of my car. I punched it to chase him off the road and 4-5 little baby armadillos came running behind at the last minute. I wiped out the whole family. My wife still brings it up once in a while, telling me (and others) what a savage I am.

    • 0 avatar
      WheelMcCoy

      I was taught to brake for the little critters when it’s safe to do so.

      • 0 avatar
        e30gator

        Not me. When something runs out in front of my car–a Florida panther, bald eagle, funeral procession, small children, whatever–I just hit the gas and loudly cackle.

  • avatar
    swaghole

    I ran over a contractor-size box of roofing nails that flew off a pickup truck on the highway. I tried to swerve to avoid it but there were too many vehicles in close proximity so I did my best while staying in my lane. I had 8 nails in the front right tire. It had to be replaced.

  • avatar
    jameslw2

    I’ve grown a fear of work trucks hauling stacked ladders. Not that I’ve been hit but I’ve seen the car next to me take one right thru the windshield. Caught the drivers right arm and nearly ripped it off her body.

    As for me, a raw egg was thrown at my ’85 IROC-Z and yes, the shell will damage paint. Also a 2ft square piece of wood flew up from under a city bus and took out the lower air intake on my ’09 Corolla. Nowhere to go since I was in the HOV lane so I just slammed on the brakes. Thankfully, only the plastic was destroyed.

    • 0 avatar
      DevilsRotary86

      I saw an aluminum ladder fall off a work van in front of me at highway speed. It was amazing to see it hit the pavement and twist and crumple like a bit of aluminum confetti.

    • 0 avatar
      bumpy ii

      I never hit anything weird, but my dad had a ladder go through the rear window one day when the truck behind him stopped short. He and half a dozen other people also ran over a concrete parking bumper that fell off another truck.

    • 0 avatar
      sgeffe

      Backing out of my garage, I failed to see the ladder braced and backstopped by the porta-john of the contractor replacing the roof on my condo building. (Was so pi$$ed that I slammed the driver’s door hard enough that the right-rear speaker grille went flying, and since the engine was running, the DVD player for the Nav system head-crashed!) Dented the trunk of the 2006 Accord I had at the time, and on the second trip to the body shop to get the “character line” repaired properly, while driving one of their loaner vehicles to work the morning I dropped off my Accord, I was T-boned by a municipal bus whose driver blew a red light, and who later pleaded down to a fix-it ticket!

      While driving home from work in February, I noticed a traffic cone sitting in the center lane of the freeway, and with tons of room to spare, moved over (while on the phone via Bluetooth, no less); a lady behind me in a Malibu hit that sucker dead-on, and IIRC, had to pull over, as steam started spewing! (No traffic immediately around, she had more than enough room to swerve over!)

  • avatar
    pb35

    I was driving to work one morning on US23 in Ann Arbor and a semi in front of me ran over a huge tire tread. The tread went airborne and hit the front of my
    Escort company car. It took out the front headlight.

  • avatar
    RedRocket

    As I was getting up to expressway speed on a rural Interstate entrance ramp, a pheasant decided to fly straight into the center of my windshield. That did not end well for the pheasant.

    • 0 avatar
      PrincipalDan

      Drove from Gallup to Vegas in March.

      We got to the parking garage at Treasure Island and there was a songbird lodged head first in the grille of my wife’s Terrain. No damage to the grille but the birds head actually went through the little holes.

      • 0 avatar
        Lou_BC

        My dad had gravel trucks and once had a flock of starlings hit his truck at highway speeds.

      • 0 avatar
        Zackman

        Mr. Principal, that actually happened to me, once.

        Way back when I was in the USAF, I was driving my ’64 Chevy to a Sears in Sacramento to have a new convertible top installed – yeah – some Sears stores actually had an upholstery shop in those days.

        On the way, I saw a bird fly down real low in front of my car and I didn’t see it again. When I arrived at Sears, I immediately looked and didn’t see any mess at all, but the entire bird – a robin, I believe, had slipped between the grille bars and glued itself to the radiator. Those grille bars couldn’t have been more than 3/8″ wide!

        Scraped it off and waited the next 8 hours at that mall to get my top installed. A long day!

        Some years ago I hit a bird two times with the Miata we owned, but they just dropped to the road.

    • 0 avatar
      Detroit-Iron

      A small bird was hit by my antenna in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.

    • 0 avatar
      CobraJet

      I was driving our Safari van one night northbound on I 55 in central Mississippi on the way home from the beach. Something hit the windshield and stuck under the wiper arm. A little later I stopped for fuel. I found a bat still stuck under the wiper. Creepy looking little critter.

    • 0 avatar
      Hummer

      I’ve hit a bat, looks like a mouse with wings and rounder ears.

  • avatar
    prisoners

    A goose apparently decided he didn’t want to go on living and took flight from a marshy area several feet in front of my Astro van.He did not have enough ‘wind beneath his wings’ and impacted the center of my windshield as I was doing about 45mph. He then bounced along my roof and took out the windshield of an Audi behind me.

    The safety glass remained mostly intact but several small feathers ended up inside the cabin and I received a face-full of powdered glass and tiny shards. The Audi driver called me (my business phone was on the van) and wanted me to cover his loss. I referred him to the goose’ estate.

  • avatar
    Willyam

    I’ve had some weirdness, almost always on US-75, which is a smaller highway betwixt Dallas and points north to Kansas City. The strangest though, happened to my then-girlfriend’s gay and very dramatic bestie, and involves the last moments in the life of a very pretty early 90’s Toyota Celica and a farm animal.

    It was extremely late at night, and he was north of Tulsa. The Celica was black, and cruising along happily with one of his favorite alternative bands coming from the CD-player (he introduced me to bands like Ween). As the cliche goes, “SUDDENLY OUT OF NOWHERE” the roof crushed. Screaming, cars coming to a stop, general hysteria. When he got out on the shoulder the cause was one very dead cow from the sky, a la Monty Python. A Celica probably was not designed for this impact, and he never saw it coming, so he was extremely lucky to be uninjured.

    Cue the cops, other stopped damaged cars, and eventually some speculation. Someone in the opposite lane had hit poor Elsie as she was crossing the highway after escaping her fence earlier in the day. The cow flipped up through the air and came down to test the roof crush strength of a Celica ST. The car and the cow, and the insurance deductible, were goners.

    • 0 avatar
      WheelMcCoy

      Holy Cow!! And I thought the expression was “when pigs fly.”

    • 0 avatar
      Lou_BC

      I was at an MVC where a dude in a lowered Honda Civic hit a moose. The moose put some small dents in the snout where he hit the legs and put a few small dents in the roof as it flew over. The guy was pale as a ghost and we had to pry his hands off the steering wheel.
      Another time a guy riding a Harley with his girlfriend hit a bear. They weren’t going fast and did not drop the bike. The poor guy broke both his wrists and his passenger on the raised “bitch pad” broke her jaw when her head slammed down on the top of his little beanie helmet. Fortunately for her, he wasn’t wearing one of those stupid spiky WW1 helmets.

      A buddy and I almost hit a big bull. We were wailing down a logging road in ranch country. He had said something about his stereo. We both looked down as he crested a hill. We looked up and the narrow road was full of cow. He got his truck stopped inches from the thing.

  • avatar

    Crossing the Tappan Zee Bridge, moderate traffic and moderate speeds. 18 wheeler picks up a large piece of metal, probably part of a leaf spring. We watch it arc up, and it lands just before the car. We run over it, and it takes out the entire underside of the transmission like a knife through butter. Could have been way, way worse.

  • avatar
    WheelMcCoy

    I see three categories here: freak accidents, acts of nature, and obnoxious skeets.

    I suffered a glancing blow from obnoxious skeets while driving late one night on the Major Degan, Traffic was light and I was in the middle lane behind a slow moving mini-bus. I moved left to pass, which is exactly what they were waiting for. The driver tossed out the cardboard bottom of a wedding cake, full of icing.

    They expected it to splatter on my windshield, but the idiots didn’t know physics. The cardboard plate was light and with windspeed, it travelled along the side of their bus, and just bounced off my right pillar as I passed. They quickly veered away to the upcoming exit.

  • avatar
    Corollaman

    Flying rubber piece from a blown out trailer tire. Very scary stuff.

  • avatar
    cdotson

    I had a summer internship in college that let me live at home and commute ~1hr with another intern and a full engineer that lived in my home town. While driving to meet the carpool I was on US Hwy 50 passing under US Hwy 13 and the adjacent north-south railroad overpass. From one of those bridges, can’t recall which, a bunch of concrete began to fall due to the general dilapidated nature of the structure. Because I happened to be getting passed by the only other vehicle I had seen that morning at the time, I slammed on my brakes and just managed to avoid having the concrete fall on my hood. Unfortunately my rear drums locked up and dragged one of my rear tires over the debris slicing it wide open. I called MD state police to report it, and over a year later they closed one lane for bridge work – to put plywood in the under structure to catch additional falling concrete.

    When I was a younger teen in Boy Scouts one of my friends’ dad had an aluminum step ladder bounce off the A-pillar of his Neon on the DC beltway.

  • avatar
    cls12vg30

    Sort of funny that this article comes up as I’m waiting for the Safelite guy to show up at my office to (hopefully) repair the chip in my windshield from a stone strike a couple weeks ago.

  • avatar
    whitworth

    Literally driving a new Mercedes home from the dealership, I’m pretty sure someone shot my window from a freeway overpass with a high powered pellet gun.

    There were no other cars around and it hit with such velocity, it’s the only thing I can think of. It didn’t go through, but knocked a divot out of the window.

  • avatar
    Halftruth

    Strange? Ok.. an umbrella.. by car thieves. I went up to their car and attempted to “open” communication with said umbrella.. Didn’t work. They took off and tried to put me under their wheels but I jumped out of the way all TJ Hooker like. They smashed into my car and took off.

    Then there was the turkey. Damn thing was trying to cross the road by not walking, but by air. Clipped the corner of my windshield. I was doing about 50 and didn’t see any aftermath on my car or on the side of the road. Crazy bird!

  • avatar
    arach

    I hit my own car with my trailer.

    Trailer came loose while driving and was connected only by the safety chains. It felt kind of odd back there so I decided to pull over, while going down hill of course. As soon as I started braking to pull over, my trailer smashed into the back of my car. No good at all.

  • avatar
    suburbanokie

    About a quarter of a 44-oz slushie (or maybe Powerade?)…
    Coming back from lunch in high school (off campus lunches were allowed). I was pulling into the area of the lot where all my friends parked, who had just gotten back themselves. One guy threw the remainder of his blue slushie at my truck as I was about to turn into my spot, aiming for the bumper or wheel, I forget.

    At parking lot speed, the slushie took a trajectory none of us ever could have seen. from it’s downward angle, it whipped up around and nailed the passenger side of the windshield and exploded all over it.

    Worst part was my windshield washer never worked on that truck, and so it had to bake in the sun all afternoon until I could get to a gas station after school.

  • avatar
    bdk41

    I was driving my Boxster though the Arizona desert, heading west on I-10 on a windy morning. I was just passing a semi when a huge tumblin’ tumbleweed bounced across the highway in front of the semi and smack into my windshield. It was seriously scary but the thing acted like a giant nerf ball and just bounced away. I pulled into the first rest stop to check and couldn’t find any damage. Amazing!

  • avatar
    geozinger

    Summer 1991, Interstate 285 around Atlanta. Driving in the center lanes in heavy stop and go traffic, it was one of those occasions where the traffic loosens up a bit and you can go freeway speeds for a short distance.

    There’s an old beater painter’s truck two or three cars ahead of me; the idiot didn’t put up his tailgate. Traffic speeds up, he hits the gas, all the junk in his bed shifts rearward and about six 5-gallon paint buckets fall onto the freeway. Hilarity ensues.

    The two cars in front of me suddenly dive for the outer lanes and I’m left staring at all of these buckets of paint spinning luridly and vomiting white paint in the middle of I-285. I do the only sane thing and dive for the outer lanes like my predecessors.

    It was then I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the carnage behind me. By the time the cars behind me got to the scene, the buckets had traveled almost all the way across all six lanes. All of those poor bastards were trying their best to stop or steer their way out of the milky mess. I could see several collisions in the mirror. I just floored it and got the hell out of there.

    Luckily, my old black Dodge just had some spray from where my tires went through the paint. I just took it to the local car was stall and blew it off with a high pressure hose.

  • avatar
    Geekcarlover

    I admit I was driving too fast for the road conditions. Early morning on a foggy rural road. A family of wild hogs seemed to appear out of nowhere right in front of me. Fortunately I missed them by breaking hard and yanking the wheel hard right. Unfortunately there were some deep ruts that didn’t align with my front tires. My Ranger wasn’t built for offroading, and certainly not at 50+MPH. When it was over I was facing the wrong direction and both front tires were twisted up under the truck.

    • 0 avatar
      Arthur Dailey

      I have a friend who is a senior Ontario Provincial Police officer in Northern Ontario. An area frequented by tourists but still largely rural and home to a large number of animals.

      He unfortunately has had to investigate many single vehicle fatality incidents, where the driver swerved to avoid an animal.

  • avatar
    Zackman

    Rocks.

    Rocks thrown by a semi, rocks from a dirty trailer, dump truck or what have you.

    Rocks from seemingly out of nowhere.

    Possible really small meteorites?

  • avatar
    Lou_BC

    I’ve hit a few cats with vehicles I was driving. Once was because hitting it was the lesser of two evils. Another time it was deliberate. A car far in front of me hit a cat and they did not have the decency to stop and put it out of its misery. I deliberately ran over it in my 3/4 ton to finish it off. I tagged it with the front left tire and the rear left. I pulled over and saw that it was clearly dead. I went on my way to a truck stop diner where I was meeting some buddies. I recounted my tale to my buddies. A lady at the table next to me burst out crying and stormed off. It turned out she was the one that hit the cat.

  • avatar
    tonyola

    Here in Miami, I was following a car full of friends in my CRX when suddenly a huge mass of white goop splattered over half my windshield. It was bird poop, but it must have been an albatross or condor or something judging by the size and quantity. Through the severely reduced visible portion of the glass, I could see the people in the car ahead collapsing in laughter.

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    obijuan

    1972 Kawasaki 500 triple. Night time. Old school with open face helmet and goggles. Riding in the country going uphill from the top end of Waterloo towards St. Clements – just passing the Cedar Barn restaurant at about seventy five.
    With the high beam on I can just make out a large object getting larger with each passing moment. Huge bumble bee, bastard must have gone about half a pound, doing the horizontal coriolis. Doing a tight one foot spiral he hits me just above the goggles and right below the lip of the helmet….just finds skin.

    • 0 avatar
      Lou_BC

      @obijuan – I empathize. I was dirt-biking and due to it being very hot, I took off my goggles. A dragonfly flew up under my visor and got behind my glasses.

      I’ve taking hits from bumblebees on my padded riding leathers which stung. I took a big hit to the visor once which almost completely obscured my visibility. It even made my neck ache.

    • 0 avatar
      Pete Skimmel

      ’72 Kawasaki triples must be cursed… One summer day outside LA I was motoring mine along a rural road when what I can only describe as a swarm of big juicy bugs smacked into me. Fortunately I was wearing a full face helmet, the face shield took the brunt of about 5 very wet smears of bug juice.

    • 0 avatar
      Steve65

      I was out riding in the back country one day. Full leather top to bottom. Full face helmet with the visor down. Even had a sort-of built in scarf thing on the helmet, to close the bottom opening and reduce wind noise and keep my ears warm. The only bare square inch of skin was the soft spot at the bottom of my throat, right below the Adam’s apple. Which is where the 50mph yellowjacket hit.

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    zoomzoomfan

    My wife and I hit a shovel with her Mazda CX-5 on I-465 outside of Indianapolis. It flew off of a pickup truck belonging to what I’d assume was a general contractor.

    I couldn’t avoid it, so I just straddled it and made sure no tires came in contact with it. It slammed the undercarriage pretty hard but did no damage to the vehicle (thankfully). I stopped and retrieved it from its resting place half in the left lane and half on the shoulder, and we took it to my uncle’s house (where we were on our way to) and gave it to him. I think he still uses it in his garden.

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    SaulTigh

    This just happened about a month ago. My Mrs. and I had been on a day trip to Pawhuska, Ok, to visit the Pioneer Woman’s tourist tr…I mean establishment. We were headed home on a piece of Oklahoma two lane with maybe a foot of shoulder room between the white line and the edge of the pavement. Following a semi maybe 3 car lengths back in my 320i going about 60 mph. We were heading up a gentle incline when the rig starts to slow noticeably and debris begins to come out from underneath, followed suddenly by drive shaft #2 spinning right at me across the pavement. I reacted without thinking and managed to narrowly avoid it despite almost hanging a wheel off the pavement. Very lucky, as there is no way it wouldn’t have done me serious damage.

    As for the Pioneer Woman, Pawhuska is worth a visit. The renovations they’ve done to that building are excellent. However, the food in the restaurant, while not terrible by any means, is not worth the incredible wait. We waited 90 minutes, outside, and were told that was a “good day.” Not unheard of to have 4 hour waits I was told. Nearby Bartlesville has some cool things to see FYI, including the Price Tower and John Phillips house (Phillips Petroleum is based there). Good day trip if you’re ever in Tulsa.

  • avatar
    Mark MacInnis

    Once, I hit a dog.

    Once, I hit a fox.

    Once, a deer hit ME.

    Once, I hit an empty 55 gal drum that rolled off the back of a stake-truck 5 car lengths in front of me in the middle lane on the busy Southfield Freeway in Dearborn on Christmas Eve.

    When I hit the dog and the fox, the mess was considerable, but no damage. The deer left an hoof-size dent in my quarter panel.

    The 55 gal drum got caught under my front suspension, lifting my right front wheel off the ground. Managed to cross 2 lanes of freeway traffic, steering one tire, and an on-ramp. Got get halfway onto the shoulder (which I humbly thought at the time, and still think today, was a pretty spectacular piece of panic-induced driving for the 18 year-old kid I was at the time) before an 18-wheeler clobbered me from behind. Only casualty, besides my mom’s ’74 Hornet Sportabout (an under-appreciated and ahead-of-its time classic, in my view) was a crystal Christmas Tree topper (a gift for my mom) which my then G/F was holding on her lap at the moment of impact. Seatbelts saved us from serious injury.

    It was the first time my Dad ever praised my driving…..once the officer who responded to the accident scene called him and told him in detail what happened and that there was nothing I could have done to avoid it and that while I was lucky, I also had done everything a driver should do in that situation.

    The hauling company that failed to secure that particular barrel was ID’d by a label on the barrel….and their insurance made good.

    My mom got a replacement for the Sportabout. My G/F demonstrated her appreciation for my driving skills saving her life in wonderfully amorous fashion.

    So what could have been a disaster became a pretty good Christmas memory.

    Never did get that Christmas Tree topper replaced, though…..

    • 0 avatar
      JimC2

      A deer once hit me too. I’d just changed lanes, from left to right, about ten seconds prior to this, otherwise I might have got him head-on. Instead, he head butted one of my front fenders. What an idiot!

      Moral of the story: keep right except to pass.

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    Mark MacInnis

    Near miss: I found out how well my Audi A6 handled in a panic situation while driving home from work one foggy October dusk on M-96 betwixt (can’t help it…love that word and saw a previous commenter used it above….) Galesburg and Augusta. Came around a sweeper curve just past the Barn Theater faster than I shoulda been…and right there facing me, dead bang in front of me, were two of Michigan’s finest white-tails, standing ON the yellow line two car-lengths apart….knew I wouldn’t stop, so I sawed the wheel to the right…and went around the FIRST buck to HIS left. Saw myself headed for the ditch and hauled that friggin’ leather-wrapped wheel for dear life back to the left, split the pair and passed the seoond deer to his RIGHT…..straightened her out and looked in my rearview, heart trip-hammering from the adrenalin surge….and saw those two damned deer still standing there like decoys….they must have just froze. I had executed a perfect slalom turn while they did there best damned imitations of orange cones. Lucky as hell no oncoming traffic.

    Calhoun county has the highest density of deer per square mile of any county in Michigan, or did at the time. I truly hope those particular bucks were tracked and shot in the firearm season that shortly followed that particular evening….

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    Chi-One

    Where to begin……so many stories, so little time:

    I-55 heading North towards Chicago in my ’87 9C1 Caprice unmarked. Several quarries nearby so a lot of gravel haulers on the road. The one in front of me hits a bump, and a bunch of concrete chunks melon to watermelon size bounce out of the trailer and continue bouncing towards me. The adjacent lanes are full so nowhere to go. I hear them banging off the underside of the chassis. Of all the luck, a sharp edged one must have hit and punctured the gas tank and from that moment I’m watching the gas gauge marching quickly towards empty. The nearest State garage was on the opposite side of town, a good 25 miles away. So, it was lights and siren in the left lane trying to beat the gas gauge. Made it with the gauge reading between 1/4 and empty.

    Another time, we received a report from a garbage hauler that one of their accounts, an industrial company, was hiding buckets of hazardous waste in the bottom of their 40yd rolloff and covering them with trash to hide the fact. The hauler told us the next pickup date and we were parked around the company when the truck arrived for the pickup. We escorted the truck to the haulers yard where we would have to pick thru the trash and find the buckets before the box could be dumped. On the way over thru the bombed out streets of Chicago, we had one car leading the truck and two or three of us behind. I was right behind the truck. The truck hit a big bump and catapulted a huge rat straight up the air. To my coworkers despair who were following me, I slammed on the brakes and watched the rat land directly in front of my car, followed by the thump, thump as I drove over him. I have more, I’ll try and remember them :)

  • avatar
    Bill Wade

    A number of years back I just entered I-35 in Kansas City with my brand new Supra GT. I was following a pickup running about 75 when a semi truck tire fell out of the bed and I ran over it.

    The tire flipped on end launching my Supra like an F-18 shot of a carrier right into the median. The tire then bounced off a station wagon owned by an off duty highway patrolman who radio’d it in. The pickup was stopped just a few miles later. His insurance company was a touch reluctant to make me whole on my Supra with 3 miles on it until I kindly reminded them I might not ever be able to leave the hospital,. Amazingly I wasn’t really hurt but the Supra was a wadded up ball.

    Also, I discovered when I was 15 to not hit a coyote at 70 or so mph. It went completely through the grill wrapping itself around the radiator with blood pouring out all over the windshield, rather traumatic to say the least for a new driver.

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    RKYTOP

    I ordered my first “from the factory” custom car a couple years ago. The following happened in the first couple months of ownership — after waiting 2 months for it to arrive.

    All bad things come in threes:
    1) old man rear ends me in traffic and does minor damage.
    2) Car gets hit by a lot runner after it was repaired for incident #1 on the day I was to pick it up.
    3) After finally getting it repaired to showroom condition following #1 & #2, I hit a buzzard on the way home at 65 mph which promptly removes my passenger side mirror.

    I thought long and hard about selling it at that point.

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    Hooligans

    On a 50mph Colorado country road with overhanging cottonwood branches, I saw what appeared to be a golfball swinging down in a slow arc across the road. I hit it with the A pillar and it came in through my open driver’s window. A busted open egg sac of severely agitated baby spiders.

    I must have looked funny to the people whose driveway I came sliding into as I exited the car flailing like I was on fire.

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    ZCD2.7T

    Hit a chunk of ice on a snow-covered super-highway at about midnight. Pierced the fuel line. Car sputtered and coughed, dying completely within 20 seconds. I managed to get it onto the shoulder, trailing a thin line of fuel. There we were, dressed for a formal dinner dance, wondering how soon we’d suffer frostbite with no heat. Withing 30 seconds, a flatbed tow-truck happened by, driven by a beautiful blonde. She loaded the car and took it to the repair shop nearest our house, then dropped us off at home. Wouldn’t accept any payment.

    True story.

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    APaGttH

    I had a car years ago run over a metal rake that must have fallen off a vehicle in bumper-to-bumper 60+ MPH rush hour traffic years ago. I watched as the metal rake head rose up in the air, and braced for the worst, it came back down, crashing right into the leading edge of my hood, breaking the hood deflector and gouging up the grille and new billet Chevy bowtie I had put on. I was inches away from it landing on my hood, and just a few feet away from it going through my windshield.

    Thirty plus years ago I had a blue jay commit suicide on the windshield of my Ford EXP and it cracked the damn windshield in the process.

    One last bird story. When I was living in Texas we were on a 70 MPH 2-laner coming up to the Lake Livingston area from Houston. Far ahead I could see a group of crows picking at some dead animal in the road. They’ll fly away. They always fly away. They’ll fly away…they’ll fly away, holy $h1t they aren’t flying away.

    Stupid things waited until it was too late for whatever reason, there was the sound of multiple thuds on the front of the truck, one crow ALMOST escaped, we could just see the top of one of its wings peek out from the far left corner of the driver side hood, and then it bouncing off. I looked in the rear view mirror and there were stunned/dead crows just rolling in the road.

    I figure I’m about half-way through the bad juju now.

    • 0 avatar
      JamesGarfield

      The most memorable impact, was in my late beloved 82 Subaru hatchback. One bright crisp and sunny, clear and cold winter morning, cruising down I-95 in NC, I came up behind a semi truck in the right lane. Just as I was starting to pass him, a huge sheet of ice broke free from the top of his trailer, and went airborne. I spent some seconds mesmerized by its twinkling scintillation as this ice sheet tumbled through the bright morning sunlight. And then I realized, Oh Damn it was headed right for me. I had a guard rail on the left, a semi truck on the right, and nothing to do but brace for impact. The ice sheet hit my car right at the top of the windshield. I was expecting it was gonna smash the windshield, but instead it whanged so hard that the whole car rang like a bell. I managed to pull off the highway, and got out for a look, expecting to see all manners of carnage on the roof. But amazingly, other than a dusting of ice crystals, there was no damage! It didn’t do anything but knock my rear view mirror out of alignment, go figure.

      Other impacts in this Subaru: A very unlucky dog running across a rural highway in Tucson. The impact sent the poor creature skidding into the ditch like an 8-ball. I felt horrible about that, knowing the only blessing was the dog very likely died instantly. My right front fender got creased. I knelt down beside the car in the parking lot at work, and pushed it back into shape with just my hands– Yep, good ol’ 80’s Subaru steel.

      And there was an equally unlucky seagull flying into my windshield while crossing the I-10 bridge in N’Orleans. NOTAM to seagulls: Altitude is your friend.

      And a deer on a rural highway in TX. The deer came up over the hood, his antlers put a “CBS EYE” pattern of shattered onto the windshield, and the deer’s hindquarters swung around and smacked the car’s whole left side, covering it with deer fur and poop. Yes, very attractive.

      Insurance totaled the Subie, and I upgraded to a Jeep Cherokee. Hit *another* deer with the Jeep (within a couple miles of that first deer in fact). But this time it was a larger car vs a smaller deer, and I won that round.

      One of the wildest impact stories happened to a work buddy. He was driving his Mazda 626 on the freeway in rush hour one morning in Southern California. A 6″ cast iron valve assembly bounced off a plumbing contractor truck ahead of him, and landed in his lane. With cars all around, he had no way to avoid it, and ran over it. Well, a Mazda 626 doesn’t have 6″ of ground clearance, so that cast iron valve totally munged his engine and drivetrain, shoving it into the firewall and almost into the cabin. We gently teased him later, that was the last ‘valve job’ his Mazda would ever need :).

      APaGttH, loved your bird story. Reminded me of the joke about how the City of Boston was having a problem with crows mysteriously being killed on the roadways. The mystery part was, for some reason the crows were only being killed by large vehicles like buses and trucks. So they did a study and discovered that the crows were being killed while they were trying to eat road kill on the highway. But why were they being killed only by buses and trucks??

      Turns out, the crows were kinda smart, in that they posted ‘guard crows’ up on tree branches, while the rest of the crows munched road kill. If a car came along, the ‘guard crows’ could screech out “KAHH!! KAHH!”, and the other crows would get out of the way.

      But the guard crows apparently couldn’t screech out “TRUCK!! TRUCK!!”.

      Ba da boom :),

  • avatar
    JMII

    I hit a rather large bird at 5AM in Everglades National Park with my truck. I pulled over and removed most of what was left from the grill and headlight area. No damage but my boat (which was in tow at the time) was FULL of feathers. Like comically FULL as if a down pillow had exploded in there.

    Then about a month ago I nearly hit a PEACOCK! I have no idea where it came from, or where it was going but like a real world chicken-crossing-the-road joke it just strutted thru an intersection like it this was a normal, every day activity. Cars honking a swerving around during morning rush hour… very odd.

    Once had a large plastic sheet blow off a truck and get stuck to the front of my Z. It was large enough to block off the ENTIRE grill. As a result the A/C immediately started blowing warm and the temp gauge raced towards the red “H” zone. I was amazed at just how quickly it got overheated. Guess that is what happens when you doing like 75 MPH with zero air flow.

    Since my brother and I often track our cars we’ve collected many chunks of rubber. And those bits often wind up INSIDE the car because (for safety reasons) we drive with the windows down. Turns out even a small piece of rubber really stings when your doing over 100 MPH. As a result we both wear full face helmets with a visor shield.

  • avatar
    JimC2

    Wow, my story might be a bit below the average for the replies so far. Great big chunk of solid rubber fell out the hopper of an 18 wheeler, bounced hither and thither like a football, and hit my car right between the grill and a headlight. It messed up the headlight aim like Ruby Sue’s crossed eyes when she fell down a well, and it actually popped the low beam lens out of its socket.

    Oh, the truck had been hauling butt in the left lane. To me, that makes it all the more his fault that some of his load fell out. There should be a special place in the next life for truck drivers who have those “stay back, not responsible for damage to windshield” signs. If I had my way there would be a fine just for flaunting one of those @#$*% signs.

    Other funny things I’ve hit: three birds. Yep, three different times. Two more and I’ll be an ace!

  • avatar
    Kato

    Driving north in the driving lane on I-15 in the middle of Montana in December at dusk in a slightly lifted ’85 4-Runner. Grey sky, grey road, grey countryside and grey Bambi (whitetail doe) standing stock still in the passing lane. I see her at the last split-second just as she decides that the best course of action is to bolt directly in front of me and duck under my oncoming headlights. Hit her square with the bumper at 60mph with my foot halfway to the brakes. Instant lights-out for Bambi. (stopped to verify and assess damage) Truck was still drivable, stopped at the next town to report it, and drove the rest of the way home.

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    Tele Vision

    Back in the 1900s I watched a mallard take off from a slough near the highway I was on with interest as it looked to be a dangerous flightpath: Obliquely and slowly merging into 65mph traffic at about 11mph. I dunno. Interest turned to concern when I realized our vectors intersected – and soon. The duck showed no sign of changing his heading and I was trapped in fast traffic. I knew that my ’92 Suburban could withstand a duck strike so I wasn’t terribly worried about myself but I didn’t want to needlessly kill a duck.

    Well, I killed it.

    I believe I stupidly yelled, “Pull up!” just before he hit my driver’s side door mirror, which was just outside my OPEN window. You wouldn’t believe how much water those poor things have to haul aloft when they take off. I was now soaked and slowing down with a lightly-killed and extremely wet duck on my lap. No harm done other than the explosion of pond water that made my truck smell like a hot zoo for a week. Oh, and the dead duck. Harm done there, indeed.

    • 0 avatar
      ptschett

      WRT how much water a duck carries into the air: I believe it. I was going home from church one Sunday about 16 years ago in my ’96 Ford Thunderbird when I pulled out to pass a slower car just as they and I got to the bottom of the river valley near my parents’ house. A duck flew up from the river and into my windshield, covering it with water (though not doing any other damage) before the hapless bird bounced off and hit the other car too.

  • avatar
    PentastarPride

    I almost hit a microwave.

    I was coming home super late (and super tired) due to an issue with our company’s WAN which impacted mainframe access (we’re a bank). It was a 12+ hour fix on my day off (hehe, days off and IT are an oxymoron).

    So, 12+ hours later, I’m out of the office at 11:30 PM on a cold, snowy November night. I am super-tired and super-starved of coffee even though I needed the sleep. I get off an exit to get some coffee and something quick to eat–breaking my rule of no eating in the car just this once. My eyes were trying so hard to stay open.

    Just as I got on the offramp and rounded the corner, I slammed on my brakes, instantly appreciating ESC and ABS as this was a dark, snowy November night. Why? Not because I was about to hit someone–the offramp was empty.

    It was because of a damn microwave. Of all things! It must have dropped out of someone’s truck. I got out of the car to pick it up, moving it off to the side of the road so that way a weary traveler’s car wouldn’t have a chance encounter with it.

    When I arrived home, I told my wife. She almost died laughing. “You almost had an accident with a microwave!”.

  • avatar
    claytori

    Lets start with the wheel bolt off a truck that struck the front edge of left rear fender of my ’68 VW bug. Then there was a cat that ran out in front of me and underneath one of the front wheels.
    My mother had a half crazy cat that would wait for her to return to her house from under a neighbor’s deck. When she went up the drive he would scoot in front of her car. He was old -18, and his judgement must have slipped. She ran over her own cat. Did I say he was half crazy?
    My wife was stopped at a stop sign waiting to turn left. A collision occurred in front of her. The hood of a pickup truck flew off and struck her car at the top of the windshield. Bent the header and punctured the (steel) roof.
    I was driving along on the 401 across Toronto. A 70s GM station wagon passing in the left lane had the tailgate open, a large metal tool box hopped out on to the pavement, then the door magically closed again. The box slid a looooong way on its bottom, didn’t turn over, no tools lost.
    A car ahead of me hit one of those weights for construction cones that are cut from a tire sidewall, like a donut. This flew up, then down and hit the front of the car taking out the left front fog light. Fortunately (or not) my wife totalled the car about a month later so I didn’t have to figure out how to fix it.
    I didn’t hit any, but a trip last year to Kirkland Lake I saw first two moose on the road, then about an hour later two HORSES that had got out (all at night).
    In 47 years of owning and driving at least a million miles, I have never written off a car myself, having had only one minor collision.

    I am sure there are more, but I think that’s enough.

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    Tele Vision

    A friend hit a dead pig at 80 Km/h on a gravel road at night. According to him, “Never. Hit. A. Pig.”

    He was in an F150 and this dense carcass destroyed everything underneath from the front bumper to the trailer hitch. Included: The front differential. The radiator. The engine mounts. The oil pan. The transmission. The driveshaft. The rear differential. Several cross-members. And, finally, the rear bumper, which was found the next day.

  • avatar
    dal20402

    Brand new driver, learner’s permit, driving south on I-5 around Olympia, WA with my mom in the passenger seat of her automatic ’88 Accord. Probably doing around 60 mph.

    I had just enough time to register a large dark object flying straight at my face and BLAM!

    It was some sort of very large bird. I still don’t know what; probably an eagle or a big hawk.

    By sheer luck I managed to keep the car in the lane and not do anything stupid while panicking, despite my entire one month of driving experience. There was a rest stop a few minutes later and I stopped to catch my breath and look at the damage. Somehow, the thing didn’t shatter the windshield, and the car was none the worse for wear except for a few small scratches in the roof paint.

  • avatar
    JustPassinThru

    Oh, what the hey…I’ll get out of lurk mode for this one.

    In 1985, I celebrated the end of my personal six-year recession…a new job and a new Escort, to replace Blazing Saddles, my Pinto Squire. So, I’m driving home, down Ohio Route 2 near Mentor…Buckeyes here will remember the horrid shape that freeway was, in the mid-1980s. In front of me was an oldish VW Type 1, with advanced body cancer. There was a dip in the pavement, and as Mister Beetle hit the bottom, the rear bumper dropped off, just as neat as you please. At 60 mph.

    Terrific. I wheeled my new-car-smell Escort into the passing lane to dodge this thing which was skidding along in perfect precision. Except that the bumper had the same idea, and slid along, still laying flat…again in front of me. Some gluteal-head pulled alongside me to the right, so there was no going back.

    Nothing to do but take the left shoulder, and the bumper cut me off. I wound up in the median…a rough ride, and when the bumper got to the grass, it started flipping and slowing fast. I locked wheels in the turf to avoid either running over it or getting clobbered by its frenetic dance.

    How the hell do you drop your car’s bumper, shrug and keep going?

  • avatar
    Salzigtal

    I had a wild pig run into the passenger side valence (GM’s part name) and bounce off, roll twice in the rear view mirror and run off into the brush on the other side of CA-130 between Grant Ranch & Lick Observatory. Whatever was chasing, didn’t follow. I’ve never seen anything bounce back like this bird: https://www.youtube.com/watch?list=PLKkxlsFhaGI7Plb3QzZkS1vhYwjh3RJJE&v=j905I5sbyJg

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    -Nate

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    Steve65

    My best story is the one I didn’t hit…

    Late 80s, in a Renault Le Car. Doing about 55, in a sweeping, slightly downhill left hander, lined with Eucalyptus trees. I happened to glance in just the right direction at just the right instant, and saw a rotten 6″ diameter branch break loose, and start to free fall across the stretch of pavement I was about to be occupying.

    Apparently my brain does vector calculus well, because I could tell that with my current speed and its rate of acceleration, it was going to hit the ground behind me. I floored it anyway for some extra margin (for what little that was worth in a Le Car in top gear) and saw in my mirror as it indeed hit the road well behind me. It broke into about 5 pieces when it hit, and blocked both lanes including the wide shoulders. I went ahead and pulled over, and dragged the pieces off the the road into the ditch.

  • avatar

    Sorry I’m late to the party. Last year a chuck of ice fell out of the sky and hit the windshield of one of the Kia’s on our lot. They determined it was a genuine atmospheric event, not the airplane pee we all assumed.

    http://www.pennlive.com/news/2016/03/chunk_of_ice_drops_from_sky_sm.html

    • 0 avatar
      JimC2

      “Kias,” not “Kia’s.”

      No apostrophe!! There is a new TTAC article about this very thing. Proper grammar saves lives!

      • 0 avatar

        “No apostrophe” isn’t a complete sentence as inferred. Acronyms should be spelled out in their first use in a response. Kias just looks stupid. Seriously, no on cares if you save a few lives.

        • 0 avatar
          JimC2

          I appreciate your witty comeback in the first two sentences and your last sentence. Keep the fun banter coming!

          As for “Kias just looks stupid,” if you’re going to throw insults around then don’t do it when you’re wrong. “Kias” looks grammatically correct while “Kia’s” looks illiterate. You ought to look up your former schoolteachers and apologize.

          Have a happy Tuesday!

        • 0 avatar
          WheelMcCoy

          @Frantz —

          JimC2 is horsing around, clearly inspired by today’s GMC TTAC piece. One way around Kias vs Kia’s is to use this construct:

          ” … and hit the windshield of one of the Kia vehicles on our lot.”

  • avatar
    285exp

    Two incidents with deer heads. One time I was driving to the meat processor in a pickup truck with the bed full of deer killed on the morning hunt. This was on a rural county road with bushes right up to the side of the road. A buck stuck his head out of bushes directly in front of me, and I hit it with the bumper of a 28 million grain GMC traveling at 80 fps. I stopped, backed up, and we threw him in the back with the rest of them and proceeded on to the processor.

    Another night a friend and I were driving home from college on a rural 2 lane highway, and we came around a bend in the road to find just the head of a buck with a beautiful rack sitting in the middle of our lane, facing directly at us. Hit it dead center, and we could hear it bouncing off the bottom of the car as we went over it, pieces of antler flying.

    • 0 avatar
      JimC2

      I might have run over a deer head, not quite sure… major pre-killed animals that I’ve hit include a raccoon and a deer.

      The raccoon was right after I crested a hill during some, uh, spirited driving when I was a teenager.

      The deer was on a dark road right as I was moving back into my lane, having just passed someone. That would be a textbook case of overdriving your headlights, but I digress. The deer made disturbing “crunching” noises under my wheels but neither my car nor the deer were any worse off as a result of that encounter.

  • avatar
    turf3

    1) Canada goose, hit at 80 mph. Bent the AC condenser and broke some parts of the plastic front bumper.
    2) Ladder, lying flat on a dark on-ramp, hit with my van, almost successfully straddled it, but not quite, no damage.
    3) 4 wheel offroad vehicle came off a pickup in front of me, bounced a number of times, rolled off road into ditch.
    4) Last section of U shaped channel down which a cement mixer pours the concrete, came off the truck (est. 1/4″ thick, 6 feet long, 18″ across) in front of me, bounced around, slid into the ditch.
    5) Empty oil drum, hit it with brush bar on the front of the pickup, left a 4″ x 1″ dent in the schedule 40 steel pipe from which the brush bar was made.

  • avatar
    Safeblonde

    Not that strange just a big old oak branch the size of my arm which put a deep “V” into my side of my Honda Pilot’s hood. I have walked on that part of the car without the hood flexing, so good thing it missed my windshield. Just fell out of the clear blue sky.


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