Wow! Damn that's cold! And I've been complaining about the single digit temps here in CT?
I think if I lived up there I'd be mounting a rather sturdy front bumper to my pickup just in case one of those morons hit me.
Funny you should mention that. Driving around Girdwood on what was (then anyway) more like gravel paths in the summer, in a very heavy snowfall year, it was much like being in a exceptionally high walled labyrinth, except everything was a stark white.
Probably couldnt have opened the passenger side door, I was scooched over so another car would be able to pass by, creeping forward into an intersection sort of testing gently for any oncoming traffic with the window down and listening, you had to be
in the intersection to
see anything. Heard a vehicle so backed up leaving plenty of room in case they turned in and patiently waited for them to pass.
My British Leyland Land Rover was the barest skeleton single wall aluminum sheeting tacked onto frame, the odometer hit a number and had not moved for years, pretty deluxe though with a roof and doors. Had the chains on to slam thru the 4 berm the plows loved to leave at every cross street and driveway.
My Ex was going to put a winch on the front so took off the bumper and constructed a replacement out of what was handy but never got around to the winch part. So there I was with 1" steel plate welded to short section of 1" steel plate on 3" steel tubing sticking a foot out in front with some 1/2" thick steel angle reinforcement. He tended to over building things.
The very high end sleek and shiny new Mercedes came flying up, whipped a turn smack into me, a precision head on. I felt a good thump like Id found the wall kind and the driver did a good impression of the crash dummy getting whip lash as the hood accordion crumpled. The driver started yelling mad as hell, You are in the road! Duh. What are you doing there?! I wasnt sure how to answer that, I thought I was on my side of the road waiting at an intersection for a clear roadway. What did it look like to them? They seemed ok so I stopped trying to stifle my laughter.
They were out of the car by now (still yelling) so I got out, we both arrived at the contact point, turned in unison and viewed my bumper jammed down the throat of his Mercedes. It was quite impressive. I could see no apparent damage to the Rovers steel bumper but I couldnt see the winch bed or any of its frame. The Mercedes was an altogether different story.
After a moment of dead silence, the yelling switched to full on fury screaming complete with spitting and was a lot of repetition of, how dare you have
THAT thing for a bumper!, What
RIGHT! What is
WRONG with you! Every time they got to, Im calling the
COPS and have you
ARRESTED!, I couldnt help it and burst out laughing my head off.
Pretty sure he was home, I offered to call the Trooper and went to Rons house around the corner. When I came back the driver wanted to know in no uncertain terms, did I call
two tow trucks? Well, there was only one for 40 miles or so and anyway, I didnt need one. They seemed to take this as rude. I was feeling a bit menaced and I couldnt go anywhere until that idiot got his car off my bumper so I got back inside the Rover to wait for the Trooper.
The Trooper showed up and the driver came flying at him with renewed vigor, ferociously pointing his fist at me, screaming,
ARREST that BUMPER! LOOK at what SHE DID to my car! (car being more of long dawn out wail
.) The Trooper was still in his car but I could see him bust out laughing along with me.
I got out and we exchanged pleasantries before he calmly asked the fuming driver, So, how are you getting your car off her bumper?
It was 68 here in Northern Cal yesterday...sorry had to throw that in:11:
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