Once again, can Miraculously come up with a ACCIDENTALLY Dropped or Tossed piece of lumber (Cribbing) or a loose Tool like a shovel or a Come a long that broke or a cleanup broom and got in the way!! They lose tires at speed will reconsider ever being too close to a scene again as will those attempting to avoid That carnage. I could also muster a half dollar of Pennies, "Sorry Officer, Had my hand in my Pocket the Car got so Close and I startled from it pulled hand out so quick brought the change TOO."
I'd like to expand on your though. We have a number of crate pieces assembled with staples 2-4' long both ends like porcupines with staples sticking out. "I was so startled, I dropped it."
Decades ago, we had Brian. Local bad boy, youngest of 5 sibling boys. Spoiled rotten by his mother, he was destined for trouble! Mommy spent the family's last dollar to buy him a Smokey & the Bandit Firebird. He must have thought we were friends of some sort, this 35 MPH residential street continued up to National Forest Road 10. There were no speed patrols on either Town road or Federal.
Brian would fly through at 70 MPH a few times a day on a weekday, ten times on a weekend day. He'd lay on the horn 1/10th mile before to 1/10 mile past. I caught up to him one day, explained I was going to cut the horn wires on that @#$%^&*))_ car. I'd likely cut several other wires. After that, the horn blowing stopped, but frequency of passes did NOT diminish.
Father had some military armor piercing 308 ammo. One Sunday, my niece & nephew were here, neighbors had their grandchildren on their front lawn, Artie had had enough! Brian went up. What goes up must come down. When he came down Father was sitting in his lawn chair 308 in hand. As he drew a bead on the Firebird. Brian locked the brakes. Then he must have rethought that logic, floored it.
Later that day, the town constable next town came: "Brian says you tried to shoot him."
Dad answered: "Not him, that engine block. & I wasn't going to shoot first time anyway. I was waiting to see if he came back."
After that day, I'd hear the car roaring at 70, he'd slow to speed limit as he passed, then roar just past the corner.
Brian was later tried for murdering his best friend, shooting him in the back of the head through the back window of a car as he drove away. It was declared a mistrial because a juror asked the bailiff outside the courtroom how far 90 yards was. The bailiff showed him.
