bsb@pyramid.UUCP (10/23/87)
In article <223@pierce.UUCP> ihnp4!pierce!shz (Seth Zirin) writes: >This reminds me of a personal experience of my own. Driving home from >school at Stony Brook one winter in my father's 1971 Cadillac Sedan DeVille >(over 3 tons!), I encountered heavy snow and a VW bug stalled in the left >lane of the Northern State Parkway. Unfortunately, I was traveling at 55mph >(down hill!) and did not see the stopped car until less than 200 feet away >(there was a curve in the road). >Since I could not stop or go around, I tried to hit the VW as squarely >as possible to minimize unnecessary torque in the collision. The impact >caused the VW to hit another car 30 feet in front of it, the radio flew out >of the VW's dash and shattered his rear window, and the car was totaled (front >and rear)! Since the only damage to the Caddy was a slightly twisted bumper >guard, I drove the poor fellow home. Luckily his head was not in the >trajectory of the radio. Is this bullshit, or have I been asleep while the Laws of Physics were completly overhauled?! Let me try to understand this... He was driving a 3-ton+ Caddy downhill in the snow at 55mph, rear-ended a VolksWagen, throwing it into the rear of another car, also launching the radio from the dashboard through the rear window, and he `drove the poor fellow home.' I don't suppose that the `poor fellow' had sustained any neck injuries!? And the car that he was catapulted into was damaged in any way!? I know... don't tell me! It was an indestructable- Cadillac too! Right! Wow, I'm going out to buy one *RIGHT NOW*! A flamers job is never done! Just when you think that the average IQ is on a steady incline, along comes one of these guys. Sorry, maybe his article is just a little too surrealistic for my taste. Don't get me wrong, it would make a great Saturday Night (Live) sketch... Or for that matter, *That's Incredulous*!! Cathy Lee Crosby would have spooged in her bikini-briefs for a chance at this one! `...ya, I was driving my 747 down the Interstate, when Mothra threw balls-of-flame at my jet... ya that's it! Mothra! Ah, He thought my Jumbo-Jet was Godzilla. But luckily my wife, Farrah Fawcett calmed me down. Ya, Farrah, that's my wife! That's the ticket. Then we slammed into a VolksWagen at *Mach 7*... and walked out of it with only minor cuts to our Ego's...' Brian Brumfield bsb@pyrman2.pyrmaid.com "Tabloids `R' us"