A buzzard. It and its buddies were snacking on roadkill when we came along. The buddies went right, our friend tried to go left. It slid up over the windshield and hit the car behind us. I’m glad we were in my mom’s aerodynamically-shaped Winstar and not my Jeep…I would’ve been picking feathers out of the radiator for weeks.
Well, this one didn’t happen to me, but gave me nightmares anyway.
A couple of years ago, a young mother was driving a minivan with her three kids in the backseat. They passed a field where one of those machines (unsure of exact name) was harvesting some sort of crop, when a blade from one of the machines popped off. The blade sailed across the road, went through her windshield, and severed her head. She died instantly, while her kids screamed in horror in the backseat.
That one still makes me wake up in a cold sweat shiver
I got clobbered in the head with one of those.
I was swinging it around by the string in a vacant lot when CLUNK!
A trip to the local ER and several stiches later, I began laughing at the stupidity of what I’d done.
I also have been hit in the head by:
Basketballs
a piece of concrete thrown by a schoolmate of mine (I could have killed her, but my disdain for hitting girls got in the way. She deserved what she didn’t get, though.)
A stage light
A bathroom sink
A tree branch
A football
A tennis racket
Back in college, I was cruising along at about 65 mph in my Bronco when a coyote hit me. Note: I didn’t hit the coyote, it ran headlong into the side of the vehicle.
The only other noteworthy item was the blob of (I think) rocky road ice cream that splattered on my windshield like a pile of roc-droppings. I still don’t know where it came from–I don’t remember any cars in front of me–but it was definitely ice cream; I could smell it when I pulled over to wash it off. Maybe a helicopter cop (known to frequent the area) lost his dessert?
I got hit by a can of beer tossed out the window by a bunch of drunken deerhunters who wanted to race, and I wouldn’t.
Broke my rear driver’s side window.
Another time a sheet of plywood slipped off an oncoming car, floated in midair, then crossed to my side and sliced out my grill, headlights, and radiator.
Last week my parked car was hit with a seagull egg. Given the location, I figure that the bird laid it in flight.
I was waiting at a set of traffic lights and some <beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep> threw a coke bottle at my windshield. I now have a large scratch on it.
This is the only time I have considered road rage.
Not once but twice, while driving by a golf course which is on my way to work, a golf ball entered the passenger window, flew by inches from my face, and exited the driver’s window.
I’ve been on that golf course, and there is no hole facing in the direction of the freeway. Someone has a wicked bad slice.
I guess this doesn’t count since I wasn’t actually hit, thank God.
b.
Sounds like you hit a leaf spring. Its part of the rear suspension of most trucks and some cars. Anyway, we were once hit by coke can,but our truck had a brush guard and the can safely bounced off.
and hit another car:D
I could ID this metal piece in a line-up, I’m sure. I kept it in my garage (as a reminder) for a few years. I have never felt safe on the road since, I will swerve way out of my way before running over anything in the roadway. It was a little scrap of metal, but with the right treatment from my tires it could have become the Ultimate Enema[sup]TM[/sup] [sub]of death[/sub]. :eek:
Once, on my way home from work in Santa Fe, I drove through (and hit many members of) a swarm of bees. No telling what they were doing by the highway or why they decided to cross the road at that moment. They sounded like rain on the windshield, and my vision was instantly obscured by dozens of thick juicy bugsplats. Fortunately, this was just before I left the city limits, so I wasn’t up to highway speed yet.
I hit two deer in a week while living in Washington’s San Juan Islands. Each one with a different headlight. The first one ran off probably to die in the bushes and the other one sent teeth flying over the windshield. A friend hopped out of the car and slit it’s throat while it kicked it’s feet(deeply bruising my friend’s wrist). It was the first time I ever saw a mercy killing. We left it on the side of the road and it surely made a nice meal for one of the locals, as it was gone in the next few hours.
A wheel. I was driving up an on-ramp onto I-35 when I saw a car’s wheel rolling and bouncing along the interstate to my left. I thought ‘I hope that wheel doesn’t hit me’ and then it bounced off the road, down the grassy strip, then right into the side of my car, denting my wheel-well.
A book, a bird, and an 18-wheeler.
The book was strange, the bird was frightening and gross, and the 18-wheeler… hell, it was a friggin’ TRUCK!
We hit a bird while driving about 80 mph on the interstate. Not too bad, cracked windshield.
I was hit in the chest by a gas cap while riding my motorcycle at about 60 mph. That was really painful and I almost lost control. I’m guessing the car in front must have run over it and kicked it up.
Sewage.
Yeah, the people kind. I got behind this septic tank pumper and his main drain valve had a small leak, just enough for it to take me a few seconds to realize that a fine mist was covering my windshield, and another few seconds to spot the drippage from his encrusted valve and another few seconds to realize what exactly it was. By then, traffic behind me would not let me back off, say, like half a mile so I had to drive in s**t spray for a few miles until I could pass him.
I washed my truck at the next car wash.
Plus, one night, with a girl friend, something fruity shot out of the darkness and smashed on my windshield. I think it was a grapefruit thrown by kids hiding in a ditch. By the time I got my truck stopped, fished my slightly drunk and owl-eyed girlfriend out of the glove box from where she kind of landed, got out of the truck and went screaming and threatening to manually rip balls off of little b******s in the bushes, I think they were gone. At least it did not crack the windshield and my girl decided to wear her seat belt finally.
Uh (Yuck factor is high on this one) tobacco juice from some damn tobacco chewing redneck who decided to spit his cud out of the window of his truck while we were doing 60 or so on the highway. It splattered brownly across my window in fine little dots.
Once, the biggest damn yellow jacket in the world kamikazed my windshield! I mean, this bugger bug was as big, if not bigger than, my thumb and hit with the sound of a thrown rock. It was so damn big that I had to pull over and stare in horror at the gory remains and it looked like it’s yellow and black shell was made out of plastic! I guess I got hit by a queen! I don’t know but where ever that was, they grow yellow jackets in the huge, economy size. It’s stinger probably could have penetrated the thin metal of my truck if it had tried.
I was driving by a school one day last year. School was already out for the summer, so no students were there. Evidentally there was a family having a picnic, or cook out, something of that nature. I saw a frisbee fly across the road, but nothing else. I was driving by, going 25-30mph, and I heard a thud. I stopped the car, and got out. A doberman had run into my door! He was unconscious, but I suppose he was alright within a couple of minutes.
One day I was driving north on the Sprain Brook Parkway in NY. I was on my way to go fishing, and I had my canoe tied down to the roof rack.
The bars of the roof rack stick out beyond the width of the car, and the brackets for the canoe are just about in line with the top of the door.
I drove under an overpass, and a pigeon swooped down…
FWAP! I could hear the thud of fiberglass, so I knew it hit the canoe, but I never expected the pigeon to get wedged on the front bar of the roof rack.
For 10 miles I drove, looking for a place to pull over, as that dead pigeon’s wing slapped against my window with a 65MPH beat - right next to my head - as blood streamed all over the glass.
I finally made it to the lake, parked by a secluded cove in the woods, with blood all over my car. I felt like a serial killer. 
I was driving home from college, and my parents brought their pickup truck to help me move some furniture. My dad had my cheapo metal bookcase strapped well (so we thought) to the bed of the pickup. I followed behind him. Well, we were goin’ about 65 when the metal bookcase just flew off, rolled/bounced end over end and smashed my front grill. It happened so fast I could do nothing but gasp in shock and kinda do a pathetic swerve move that really didn’t do anything for me. The car was still very driveable, but the metal book case was bent all to hell, so we just left it in the ditch were it ended up. It’s amazing that the damn thing didn’t bounce up and come through my windshield.
Oh, and something else involving my dad and one of my cars. We were driving in Missouri and I let my dad drive my car (now this one was one I actually owned, not my parents car that I got to drive in college). We were going down a highway, merry as you please, when suddenly BAMMO!. A deer just appeared out in front of us and instantly became road kill. It should’ve flipped over on the hood and smashed into the windshield, but it bounced off the front of the hood, over the top of the car, and into a ditch on the opposite side of the road. Dead on impact. Poor deer. My dad felt really really bad. But you all know wild deer, they can just suddenly appear in a split second out of nowhere.
I had damn good insurance. I only paid a 250 dollar deductible, and ended up having 1600 dollars worth of work done on my car. Got to drive a snazzy rental for a week 
Lorie
I was driving down a busy main street after rush hour traffic had died when, SPLAT, a freakin’ condom hit my windshield. It didn’t look used but I didn’t really bother to inspect it either. I just turned on my wipers and let it fly off.