Yesterday I was driving home from work. On the right is a small wooded area. I’m driving along, minding my own business, when WHAM! - something hits my car’s windshield on the right side.
I didn’t know what happened! Maybe a branch fell? But they don’t stick out far enough over the road. Hmm.
I pulled over as soon as I could, and checked out my car. A big old streaky mess that thankfully wasn’t scratches, and a chunk of wood under my wiper. WTF?
So I drove back the way I had come. The car in front of me has a big log lobbed at him by some stupid punks in the woods! It missed, but exploded on the road right in front of him.
What the hell is wrong with people? I called the sheriff’s department. Hopefully they caught the jerks in the act.
Good for you. We had a spate of things falling out the sky through windshields last year. IIRC, two or three people were hospitalized and one died. The police never found who was doing it. I think they were tossing stuff off an overpass.
I can only hope that some idiot tosses something at a Mini Cooper that just happens to be full of Rottweilers and killer bees. It’d be hard to throw anything again when a dog’s got one arm and the other’s full of stingers.
If said cretins appeared intent on firing a second volley at your vehicle or that of another person you might be able to claim that you were defending against the deadly force said cretins were producing.
That being said, I’d rather let the cops do that. They have better aim than I do.
Thank you for calling the police. I hope they catch them. Then we can all read about how their moms say they’re really good boys and they’d never do anything really bad.
Even if they aren’t caught it’s best to call the police to give them a heads up. They may be doing it regularly and if several people call, maybe they will eventually get caught.
I worked for a guy for a little while whose two sons (15 & 18) were arrested for and admitted to shooting BB guns at passing cars. Thankfully no one was hurt. Stupid jerks.
I didn’t mean the scenario I proposed would be a contrived accident, but a real one. Thus the term “poetic justice”. They are being pretty stupid if they are standing on the side of the road, flirting with disaster by attempting to cause car wrecks by flinging logs at cars.
One night, about 4-5 years back, I was running I-5 south of Eugene, when I heard a
very loud noise very close to me. My first thought was a blowout (truck tires are very
loud when they blow). I pulled onto the shoulder and inspected the truck all around,
but couldn’t find anything. Several days later, I was at home washing the rig, when I
discovered a large dent, about 4-5 inches across, just below the driver’s side
windshield. Best I could figure, someone threw something, probably from an
overpass. A foot higher and it would have come through the windshield and likely
have hit me. Not a pleasant thought to contemplate.
I can only speculate that it was some bored teens looking for some excitement.
Along these lines, in the movie **11:14 ** some punks who go out for the evening throwing stuff at cars meet with some unfortunate circumstances. It’s worth a view.
disclaimer: that’s just one element of the movie, not the main story
Mrs. Call and I were taking one of our usual walks along our rather busy street (at the house where we used to live, but that’s not important right now). Walking along hand in hand, minding our own business when all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Instintively I let out a yelp, clutching my chest, simultaneously freaking out Mrs. Call with the yelp, and myself with the discovery that my chest is wet and sticky.
It took several seconds, which in memory felt like hours, to realize I’ve been struck with an egg, presumeably lobbed from some vehicle now long gone. Feeling outraged, helpless, and damp, we entered a nearby corner store and with borrowed paper towel I did the best at I could at cleanup.
Walking back home, still seething, wouldn’t you know it if WHAM! another egg, this time on my back!
Godammit! Didn’t get a good look at the vehicle (it was dark). I called the cops anyways, mainly in the hopes that a visible police presence would send’em back home. We didn’t hold any hope they’d be caught.